Lodestar Island.
It was extraordinarily desolate.
The two great pirate crews of an era would gather here.
Before the war began.
One pirate ship had already arrived ahead of the other.
Dr. Clover and his group were deciphering the remaining Poneglyphs on the shore.
The Roger Pirates rested here, drinking merrily.
For this battle.
They had their concerns too, though they had defeated countless opponents since setting out to sea.
Today's opponent, however, was out of the ordinary.
Having defeated the Big Mom Pirates and the Golden Lion Flying Pirate Crew in succession, they would undoubtedly become the grand fleet enjoying the greatest prominence in the New World.
"Incredible, utterly astounding! If we could really achieve what they described, how beautiful and prosperous the world would be! Technology and civilization would coexist, and all races would sail and adventure freely across the seas. One day, we too would set out from this blue planet for the sea of stars!"
Merely translating the various truths on the Poneglyphs brought tears to Dr. Clover's eyes.
"But the real truth isn't here. If these are merely words left by ancient people, they only prove that they possessed advanced casting and carving techniques, as well as means of transportation. We also need great strength; otherwise, it will ultimately be hard to say what the truth really is."
Rayleigh gently screwed the cap onto his bottle.
"Yes. Once we collect the coordinates from the final Poneglyph, we can head to that place and uncover the whole truth!"
Dr. Clover's eyes were full of hope. He truly wished he could return to eight hundred years ago, stand beside those people, and challenge a dull, dreary world that even sought to stand still.
"Hey, Doctor! Once the battle starts, we'll choose to fight out at sea, or