New World___
The night was soon going to pass away as the first ray of sunlight reached the water surface which reflected back to show the sky.
Whitebeard stood at the front of the ship's bow, he raised his right hand in the air as white light started radiating.
"There are too many of them! With this, it should come down to a more possible number!"
Pulling back his right hand, Whitebeard took on a half squatting position while holding his naginata with his left hand.
* * *
On the opposite side, Irish narrowed her eyes as she saw Whitebeard take the lead to launch an attack.
"All pirates! Prepare!"
Shouting on the communication device, Irish pressed a button on the controls.
Not just her, all the Division Captains present did the same.
This particular button activated the newly designed mechanism which turned the ship into a half ship-half submarine.
"Hold on to something!"
"Damn you, Whitebeard!"
All the pirates cursed as they prepared to be hit by the attack from Whitebeard.
Inside Devil's Contract, Akuma watched the monitor displaying the live footage with an indifferent face.
"You want to reduce our number? Fine."
Said Akuma, for this once, he won't be blocking Whitebeard's direct attack.
From the start, he didn't see the Whitebeard Pirates winning against them.
As for Whitebeard, he was already a dying man with one step to his grave.
Letting him live just a few more minutes was like a gift presented by Akuma to show his kindness.
Boom!
The sound of explosion was heard as large quantities of water splashed around.
The shock waves traveled through air and water, all of which seemed to bend with the flow.
The wind pushed the water to produce huge waves which headed towards Devil's Pirates.
"Brace for impact!"
"Ahh!"
"Fuck you!"
The smaller pirate ships couldn't hold on the waves as they were all destroyed in the process.
Within a minute, tens of ships were destroyed with their parts floating on the sea surface moving with the water waves.
"This!"
Irish looked at the number of casualties, they were in thousands. Half the number of ships were already ripped apart due to the huge waves and strong winds.
"But, Whitebeard is old and this attack must have already been a huge burden on his body. You seem desperate, Whitebeard."
Instead of frowning and showing an angry expression, Irish smiled brightly.
"All pirates! The war has begun!"
Immediately, most of the surviving ships sailed forward while continuously shooting cannonballs.
Boom!
"Kill!"
"Today is the day I bring fear in your hearts!"
"Die!"
The pirates from Devil's Pirates and Whitebeard Pirates started clashing.
It wasn't even an hour yet the sea was already changing color from sea blue to light red.
* * *
"Father, you have to rest! The Devil still hasn't shown himself!"
Marco came next to Whitebeard with a worried face. Irish's prediction was on the spot, Whitebeard suffered from his own attack.
"Gurararara! Don't worry! I am Whitebeard! The strongest man in the world!"
Whitebeard laughed and looked at the pirate's fighting. His eyes scanned the ships of Devil's Pirates but didn't see any noticeable figure.
"Marco, it seems they are planning to make us tired before they show their real strength."
Whitebeard said with a low voice, there was worry and some frustration mixed in.
"Yes, father. What I am more worried about is the Division Captains, The Devil and that!"
Saying so, Marco looked up at the sky on the opposite side where a huge ship was floating.
One could easily identify the weapons all over that ship. It was fully armed, and was like an army in itself.
"That must be the famous Air Strike of the Devil's Pirates commanded by Karen."
Whitebeard had to admit it no matter what. The Devil's Pirates created by Akuma, was unimaginably powerful.
His former captain, Rocks D. Xebec, would also agree to his words.
It was definitely the biggest pirate group ever created in history.
"Marco, if by any chance we are at the edge. Take everyone and escape."
Suddenly, Whitebeard said in a soft tone unlike his proud and courageous one.
"No way! That's not gonna happen! We will win and also laugh at those losers! Father, you shouldn't be saying such things!"
Marco immediately refused to Whitebeard as he stood next to him with his arms over his chest.
"No matter what, we are not leaving you behind!"
Marco said with a determined face. Whitebeard looked at him and then laughed out loud.
"Gurararara! You are right, Marco! We are a family!"
* * *
It's been a few hours now, both sides have started to slow down a little bit.
The rate of dying had also decreased as the pirates showed careful characters.
"This isn't what Captain wants!"
Irish swiped through the live footage and then racked her brain. A sigh escaped her mouth.
"Brook, Lancelot and Joker. You guys are up."
Her voice, not so loud but enough for the other ends of the communications lines to hear.
Not far from Irish's ship, on another Division Captain's ship, a figure walked out of the control room.
On two more Division Captain's ships, two individuals came out similarly.
"Yohohohoho! Finally!"
Holding on a long and elegant cane, Brook walked till he reached the bow of the ship.
"Lance-san! Shall we go?"
Brook asked while glancing towards his right side where not far from him was Lancelot on his ship.
"Hm."
Lancelot nodded his head and ordered his ship to sail forward. Brook also did the same as the two Division Captain's ships went past the back up line.
"Hehe! How beautiful!"
Joker climbed on the main mast of his ship and used binoculars to zoom in at the fights of multiple pirates.
"It's still early but I guess I have no other way but to engage."
Joker checked his watch and saw that it was still only a little past 9:30.
His figure disappeared in a flash from the top of the main mast leaving behind the binoculars which broke due to the sudden fall.
Below, Robert shook his head and commanded the ship to start sailing forward behind Brook and Lancelot's.
* * *
"Fossa, Vista and Rakuyo. The enemy is the Division Captains from Devil's Pirates, be careful."
Marco stood in front of the three Division Commanders as he explained with a sad face.
"Don't worry Marco. Victory will be ours to claim!"
Vista petted Marco on his shoulder and smiled with no sadness or grief. If today is the day he dies, so be it.
At the least he fought with everything.
"Yes. Don't worry about us but worry about how you will treat us later! I won't stay quiet until I get to drink a whole barrel of rum!"
Fossa grinned and looked at Marco as he gave a thumbs up to show his determination.
"Okay! Let's hurry or more brothers will suffer."
Rakuyo clapped his hands to get the attention of the three.
"I will handle the skeleton, Vista should definitely be interested in fighting Lancelot and Fossa, the third one can be given to you."
Rakuyo suggested, the others didn't object and then they split up to take on their opponents.
Marco stared at their backs with a heavy feeling but he couldn't help it.
He must also be on standby as he will mark Rocky. Times have changed, he also has grown stronger.
Before he wasn't Rocky's opponent but now it is completely different.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘪𝘳 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘮… Marco looked up to see that the ship floating in the air was not engaging yet.
The Devil's Pirates had the upper hand in the war as they had the number advantage.
But numbers alone can't bring them victory. The Whitebeard Pirates were elites and stronger than normal pirates in the New World.
The news of this war quickly spread throughout the whole world and Marines won't be staying quiet.
Many forces have secretly started acting in the shadows while all the attention was on the Devil's Pirates and Whitebeard Pirates.