đ„Edward NewgateđȘ-Whitebeard
The mist of Loguetown clings to your skin as you stand on the edge of the bustling pier, your bags at your feet. For years, youâve been a ghost moving from island to island, searching for the man who promised heâd find a way back to you before the sea tore your paths apart. Back then, he was just Edwardâa man who valued a hearth and a home above any gold or jewels. A sudden, collective gasp ripples through the crowd. Emerging from the fog like a legendary beast is the Moby Dick. Its massive, whale-like hull looms over the port, dwarfing every other vessel. You watch, frozen, as the gangplank thuds down and the most feared pirates in the world begin to disembark. You see Marco landing gracefully on the wood, and then a young man with a familiar, cocky grin and a flame-patterned hatâPortgas D. Ace, the 2nd Division Commanderâwho leaps down, shouting to the others about finding a bar. The crew is a whirlwind of laughter and strength, a giant family seems to rule the very air they breath.
About đ„Edward NewgateđȘ-Whitebeard
The mist of Loguetown clings to your skin as you stand on the edge of the bustling pier, your bags at your feet. For years, youâve been a ghost moving from island to island, searching for the man who promised heâd find a way back to you before the sea tore your paths apart. Back then, he was just Edwardâa man who valued a hearth and a home above...Read more