Pirate: Master Of Hueco Mundo

South Blue, a sea area.

The dilapidated Moby Dick drifted on the surface of the sea for a few days. The sails were not hoisted, and the anchor was not lowered. The whole ship is like a ghost ship, wandering aimlessly in South Blue.

Margaux opened his eyes, looked around, and found himself lying in his room. How much he wished that everything that happened on Batherilla Island was a dream... Unfortunately, the pain in his body and the bandages on his body told him that it was a fact that really happened. Dad, Whitebeard, captain of the Moby Dick, the strongest man in the world, is dead

Margao sat up with difficulty, several wounds were shattered, he gritted his teeth, a cyan flame flashed, and the power of the phoenix fruit instantly healed some minor wounds.

"Margo, are you awake?"

Walking in was a guy with blue skin and a weird figure. He has a tattoo of the number "8" on his chin, and his lower teeth are turned out, and there is a row of fins on his back, which looks like a murloc.

"It's you, Namuel..." Margo said, pressing his dizzy head.

The one who came in was the captain of the 058th team of the Whitebeard Pirates, Murloc Namuir.

"How are the others?" Margaux asked again hastily.

"Others don't have the power of your phoenix fruit, they are still in a coma. However, their lives are saved at last." Namuer said expressionlessly.

"That would be wonderful..."

"Fortunately, there are a lot of medicines and medical equipment on board. Those things that are usually prepared for the old man are actually used on our sons."

"Yeah, unexpectedly, in the end, we were still protected by Dad in this way..."

At the mention of Whitebeard, the two fell silent at the same time. They had to accept the fact that their father had died in Batherilla.

"How many days have I been unconscious?" Margar asked.

"About two or three days."

"Two or three days? Is it two or three days?"

Namuel was silent for a while...

"As soon as we escaped from Batteria Island, a huge explosion occurred in the entire sea area...Batteria Island...has ceased to exist... We, too, were hit in the great waves.....until everyone woke up and it was daylight..."

"Does Batherilla Island no longer exist..." These words undoubtedly broke the last trace of luck in Margao's heart, and he fell into a long silence again.

"What should we do in the future..." Namuir also showed embarrassment, after all, with both Whitebeard and Ace killed in battle, everyone on this ship is eager to know the identity of the captain of the first team. idea.

"What else can I do?" Margao said helplessly, "The era is over. The era called 'Whitebeard' is over..."

"Then, shall we leave the stage too..."

"No!" Margo suddenly raised his voice, "Didn't you hear Dad's last words? Even though the era called 'Whitebeard' has come to an end, our era has just begun! We must continue to fight and surpass Dad , to create a new era!"

"Beyond...... Daddy..." Namuir frowned, "Is it really possible... and this sea has been occupied by the master of Hueco Mundo, we How can we create our own era..."

"We still have this Moby Dick! This is the most precious legacy that Dad left us! When you don't know what to do, start with what you can do.

"What do you mean?" asked Namuel.

"Marine also participated in this incident. I believe that the news of Whitebeard's death will soon spread across the sea. And we have also killed many brothers. At this time, if we return to the Grand Line, we will definitely be killed by other forces." Group up and annex..." Margao said in a deep voice.

"Then we can't go back?"

"Yes, but there is no need to go back. Our goal has changed. It is no longer to fight against the heroes of the Grand Line and send Dad to sit on the throne of Pirate King. Our goal now is only one, and that is to kill those who killed Dad. Get those guys out of our world!"

"If this is the case, there are so many strong people on the Grand Line, and if we go now, it really won't be of much help if we want to expel those monsters."

head.

"So I said that we should start with what we can do. We are in South Blue, while quietly destroying Hueco Mundo's forces, while contacting scattered forces. I believe that one day, we will accumulate more. Accumulate enough strength."

"In that case..." Namuir's eyebrows stretched, "We can go back to the Grand Line again!"

"That's right, by then, the era will be named after us!"

Grand Line.

"Is it too late to come to 933..."

Under the night, Shanks stood on the deck, looking at the sea area where the Moby Dick was originally staying, it was empty.

Blue, blue, blue…………

The sound of phone bugs sounded in the cabin, and after a noisy conversation, calm returned.

After a while, Ben Baker, who was wearing a T-shirt, came out of the cabin.

"What, any news about the Whitebeard Pirates?" Shanks asked.

Beckman didn't answer immediately, Shanks had a premonition of something when a gust of sea breeze blew.

"It's death.....it's life...."

"Whitebeard, go," Beckman said, closing his eyes.

Shanks fell silent again. He raised his head and looked at the dark night sky, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the moon could not be seen, only a few stars.

"What about the rest?"

"The spies said that the entire Batherilla Island was destroyed, the known Whitebeard and Firefist Ace were confirmed dead in battle, and fifteen of Marine's warships and tens of thousands of Marine soldiers were buried with them.

Shanks closed his eyes, feeling dizzy.

"However, Moby Dick appears to have escaped at the last minute."