Pirate's Dream Master

"Sand crocodile, after so many years, I never thought you would return to this sea area again," Marco said sadly with an expression of reminiscence.

"It's been twenty years." Sand Crocodile touched the golden hook on his left hand, "Even I didn't expect that there would be a day when I could come back."

"If it weren't for the captain, maybe this day would have been delayed indefinitely." After all, Sand Crocodile thought, if it weren't for Roy, he would probably have fallen into a pit of ancient weapons and been unable to climb out.

Of course, what Sand Crocodile didn't know was that if it hadn't been for Roy, he would have been defeated and thrown into Impel Down two years later, and it would have been another two years before he returned to the new world.

"Nightmare? That guy is indeed a monster." Marco suddenly changed his lazy temperament and stared at the sand crocodile with piercing eyes. "But what I can't understand is that you even chose to betray your father. Why? After twenty years, I willingly surrendered to the nightmare."

"Betrayal is not a betrayal, it's just a different philosophy." Sand Crocodile blew out a smoke ring, and suddenly found that Eniro and Augustine were looking at him with doubts on their faces, and almost took out a small stool to eat melon seeds.

The corner of Sand Crocodile's mouth twitched a few times, and he said speechlessly: "Twenty years ago, after witnessing the execution of Pirate King Roger and the words he said before his death, I, like most people, walked forward with longing. The sea, marching triumphantly into the new world, finally challenged Whitebeard over his own strength, and suffered a disastrous defeat. I have to say that his courage is indeed extraordinary. Not only did he not kill all his enemies, but he offered to let me stay on the ship and join him. The pirate group."

"Well, it's just like what happened to that kid." Sand Crocodile blew out a smoke ring at the freckled young man next to him, while Ace, who was lying on the gun, looked confused.

"That's right, your talent is extraordinary. You made a lot of contributions in the Northern and Southern Wars, and you soon became the captain of the second team." Marco said in a non-stop manner that there was a deeply hidden member of the Whitebeard Pirates. secret.

"Is it possible that the captain of the second division who has been vacant for a long time has been kept because of him?" Izo, who joined the regiment late, shouted.

"I can't say that, it's just that there is no candidate for the second team in my father's mind." Marco shrugged.

Enelu and Augustine both had enigmatic expressions, secretly sighing that Lao Sha was indeed a man with a story.

"The Pirate King Roger was executed, and the Golden Lion Shiki was captured into Impel Down City. In this case, as long as Whitebeard is willing, the position of Pirate King is easily within his reach. If he had followed my advice at that time, this sea would have been destroyed long ago. In Whitebeard's world, the current situation of the so-called four emperors would never happen." Sand Crocodile said very unhappily.

"You should understand that dad is not very interested in these, he just wants to have his own family." Marco looked at the sand crocodile meaningfully, "Besides, the reason why dad is unwilling to fight for hegemony is also for us. As long as there is fighting, there will be sacrifices. Dad doesn’t want any of his sons to die, so he bears the title of being the strongest in the world alone.”

The members of the Whitebeard Pirates on the side widened their eyes. Over the years, they have complained more or less. After all, the Whitebeard Pirates are obviously the strongest in the world, but they only guard their own three acres. The division of land allows rising stars like Kaido and even Red Hair to catch up and keep pace, and there is always a feeling of unwillingness in my heart.

Now after listening to Marco's explanation, they just feel sour in their noses. Maybe this is the true meaning of father, using his tall body to block the wind and rain, giving silently and never asking for anything in return.

"Haha, what a bad idea." Tiqi, the black-bearded man in the crowd, was dismissive. "The old man with white beard protected his sons so well that they couldn't recognize the world. If he could It doesn't matter if he continues to live, but he is a mortal after all, and there will always be a day when he grows old and dies. After losing the flag of Whitebeard, the seemingly huge Whitebeard Pirates are already vulnerable."

"It seems that I have to speed up my pace. As long as I can accept his legacy, I can become the Four Emperors in one step, and even use the power of the fruit to become the real Pirate King." Teach looked at the two people in the center of the ship. , licked his dry lips, "Nightmare Roy, I will definitely become the Pirate King earlier than you."

"Why don't I understand what you are saying?" Sand Crocodile's voice was a little hoarse, "But when there is a conflict between reality and ideals, I will still choose the ideal. Since he is not willing to become the Pirate King, I will become the Pirate King myself. .”

"But you still failed." Marco said sharply.

"You are right, I am indeed a loser." Sand Crocodile laughed at himself, "So, after meeting the captain and witnessing his ambition, I made up my mind to surrender. Yes, I will let Nightmare Roy Become the next Pirate King."

Looking at the Whitebeard Pirates who glared at him, Sand Crocodile raised his left hand and sneered, "No matter what you think, at least I think I have repaid Whitebeard's debt."

"So that's what you thought?" Marco suddenly realized: "So not only did you not run away, but you took the initiative to face dad's angry blow, and you even didn't hesitate to cut off your left hand?"

"Yes, I am different from you guys who are doing nothing. As long as I can witness the ultimate of this world with my own eyes, I am willing to pay any price."

"Is the so-called ideal more important than family?" Marco said tit for tat: "It seems that you are right, you and we are indeed not the same people."

"Kid, I remember what those newspapers said, you don't seem to be twenty years old yet." Whitebeard asked while drinking.

"Well, based on this body, it should be nineteen." Roy said with endless memories in his eyes.

Whitebeard did not delve into the meaning of Roy's words, but laughed loudly and said: "Didn't you expect that almost twenty years have passed? You, who happened to be born in the wave of the times started by that guy Roger, may be the real one." A very evil generation."

"I originally thought that the so-called great era of pirates that Roger opened with his life was just introducing some unknown garbage into the sea. Now it seems that the great era of pirates that he opened has actually brought a little more vitality to this lifeless sea. ah"

"The Great Pirate Age is indeed good news for the strong, but it is hell for the weak." Roy shook his head.

"I didn't expect you, a brat, to have such compassionate thoughts. I thought all you could think about was killing, Ku la la la."

"It is precisely in order not to fall into hell that I keep forcing myself to become stronger." Roy drank the wine in his cup. "Only the strong can dominate everything. This is what the so-called Great Pirate Era told me. "The truth"