"Huh, was all this the past?"
"They say that before people die, their brief lives flash through their minds."
"It's true, then."
Whitebeard saw his younger self leaving his homeland, filled with dreams.
Out on the sea, he had come to know many people before he knew it.
He had also met one particularly powerful man.
Rocks.
He had fought him.
Unfortunately, he had lost.
He had joined the Rocks Pirates.
Whitebeard also saw the fall of the Rocks Pirates, and how he had later founded the Whitebeard Pirates.
With a group of children in tow, he had climbed to the very top, step by step.
Until a new era arrived.
A powerful man named Roy appeared.
"I'm sorry, Pops. If I hadn't taken Ace to pick a fight with Roy, our Whitebeard Pirates wouldn't have fallen."
"It's all our fault. We stubbornly refused to listen and brought ruin on the Whitebeard Pirates."
The scenes kept flashing by, and he returned to the home he had sailed aboard for decades.
The Moby Dick.
Squard, Rakuyo, and the other pirates wore guilt-stricken faces.
If they hadn't picked a fight with Roy, the Whitebeard Pirates wouldn't have been in danger.
They were the culprits who had brought death upon the Whitebeard Pirates.
Whitebeard fell silent for a moment, then reached out and patted the two men's shoulders.
"Gurarara! You're all my sons. As your father, I support you."
"Don't let it weigh on you. Even if you hadn't attacked Roy, sooner or later, he would have found an excuse to attack us."
"It simply happened sooner."
Tears filled Squard's and Rakuyo's eyes, and after they nodded,
Their figures disappeared.
Like a lonely man with no family, Whitebeard watched his children disappear one after another.
A few tears spilled from the corners of