One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 298: The Moment to Reveal the Answer!

Chenye walked through the noisy crowd.

His goal was to be the head of the banquet.

Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man, sat cross-legged on a giant rock.

He was holding the iconic large wine bowl and tilting his head back to gulp it down.

The liquor dripped down his crescent-shaped white beard and into the scars on his chest.

Marco, standing next to him, was peeling another pineapple, his dead fish eyes drooping, showing no interest in anything.

Chen Ye walked up to the two of them and bent down.

A private space for conversation was created.

"Dad, Marco."

His voice was low, drowned out by the noise.

The white-bearded man put down his wine bowl, and a huge shadow fell over him.

His golden eyes narrowed into slits.

"What's wrong, Chen Ye? Why aren't you drinking? What are you whispering to this old man about?"

Even though the white-bearded man lowered his voice, the vibrations in his chest still made a buzzing sound.

Chen Ye's gaze swept over the anxious red-haired figure in the distance.

"Do you remember the woman I brought back from God Valley before?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Marco stopped.

A piece of freshly peeled pineapple fell back into the plate.

He raised his head, his half-asleep eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

"Remember."

Marco's voice had lost its lazy quality.

"You said back then that she was Shanks' mother, and that we should hide in the deepest medical room on the Moby Dick so that no outsiders could see us."

Chen Ye nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

He glanced again at Shanks pacing under the coconut tree.

That's right, Shanks' mother!

"Now, it's time to put it to use."

The white-bearded man's large hand, which was holding the wine bowl, froze.

His eyes first showed surprise, then they shone with an alarming light.

He glanced at the anxious red-haired brat, then at Chen Ye.

"Gurala la la..."

The deep laughter made the rocks tremble.

"So this was all for this moment! You little rascal, you're quite the schemer."

The white-bearded man laughed so hard his beard trembled, his eyes practically brimming with anticipation for the spectacle.

"If that red-haired brat saw this, his expression would be priceless! I can't wait to see his face contort!"

The white-bearded man turned to Marco and gave him an order, his excitement impossible to hide.

"Marco, go!"

"Go back to the ship and bring that woman... no, bring that 'distinguished guest' down."

"learn."

Marco stood up.

He slapped the pineapple juice off his hands and grinned mischievously.

"This is going to be interesting for tonight's banquet."

Before he finished speaking, his arms transformed into golden flame wings.

Pong!

Phoenix.

Marco flapped his wings, creating a gust of wind, and transformed into a streak of light as he flew toward the Moby Dick.

This is too much of a commotion.

The golden flames were dazzling in the night sky, and many pirates looked up.

"Captain Marco?"

"Why did he go back to the ship?"

"The wine's gone?"

The pirates muttered a few words to each other, then turned around and went back to their drinking contest.

But there was one person whose nerves were on edge.

Shanks.

He kept this area under his Observation Haki.

The sound was blocked, and the content could not be heard.

But Marco's sudden flight sent alarm bells ringing in his head.

What are they going to do there?

Shanks frowned, his heart pounding with anxiety.

He couldn't help it.

He strode over with long strides.

Shanks walked up to Chenye and Whitebeard, his gaze sweeping over their faces.

The white-bearded man was still grinning wickedly, his face practically screaming "wait and see!"

Chen Ye remained calm.

"Hey, what kind of riddles are you guys playing?"

Shanks' voice was hoarse and filled with anxiety.

"What other ceremony needs to be prepared? What is Marco doing on the ship?"

He's so anxious he could jump up and down on the spot.

He wanted to know the truth.

About himself.

Chen Ye slowly turned around to face him.

That careless attitude from before is gone.

His expression was very serious.

The seriousness of the expression made Shanks' heart skip a beat, and he stopped breathing.

"Shanks".

Chen Ye called his name in a low voice.

"What you see next may change your perception."

Chen Ye stared into his eyes and spoke, word by word.

"Be mentally prepared. Don't let your domineering aura overwhelm your crew."

Shanks's eyebrows could trap a fly.

"What are you talking about? What scene are you looking at?"

"Disrupt my understanding? What on this vast ocean could possibly overturn my, Shanks', understanding?"

Despite saying that, his hand on the hilt of the knife gripped it tightly.

Chen Ye did not explain.

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the Moby Dick.

"We'll find out soon."

Shanks looked in the direction he was pointing.

In the darkness of night, the Moby Dick resembled a sleeping behemoth.

The diving board connected to the beach, appearing dark and gloomy in the firelight.

The atmosphere became strange.

Chenye's silence, Whitebeard's wicked grin, Shanks's tension.

The clear-headed cadres around them—Ben Beckman, Yasopp, and Joz—all stopped what they were doing.

Their eyes were all fixed on the Moby Dick.

After a while.

A bluish-green flame lit up on the ship's side.

Marco reappeared at the top of the springboard.

But he didn't fly.

He extinguished the flames and returned to human form.

His steps were slow, cautious, and even respectful.

This is completely absent in the lazy Marco.

Behind Marco were several female nurses in white coats.

They were crowding around one person.

A frail figure.

The light was behind them, and they were far away, so I couldn't see their faces clearly.

All that could be seen was that she was wearing a white long dress, the style of which was old and the hem was torn, but the material showed that it had once been very luxurious.

She walked very slowly.

Every step felt like he had used up all his strength, and he needed the nurse's help.

She emerged from the shadow of the Moby Dick.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

It was very noisy on the beach.

But to Shanks, the footsteps sounded like they were pounding on his heartbeat.

The noise subsided.

Even when the pirates were drunk, their animalistic instincts kept them quiet.

Everyone was looking in that direction.

"Who is that?"

"Why are there women on Whitebeard's boat?"

"Does he look like a patient?"

The whispers quickly disappeared.

The figure stepped off the diving board and onto the beach.

The firelight illuminated her face.

Time stopped.

An extremely beautiful woman.

Her face was as pale as paper, her body was thin, and the years had left indelible marks on her.

But that inherent nobility and elegance cannot be hidden.

the most important is.

She has red hair.

It feels like fire is burning.

It was as glaring as blood.

Even at night, that splash of red is striking.

Shanks looked in the direction Chenye was pointing.

The figure became clearer and clearer.

That splash of red caught his eye.

Boom!

Shanks' heart was gripped tightly by a hand.

An unprecedented surge of emotion erupted from the deepest part of his blood, sweeping through his entire body.