Chapter 259: Saint Saint Saiwen Is Different

Perhaps because his beloved daughter had just been born, Whitebeard ultimately felt too ashamed to speak those words.

He could only watch as Saint Saint Saiwen departed by boat.

Having already obtained the Pure Gold Ring, Whitebeard believed that time was the one thing he lacked least; once his beloved daughter grew a bit older, he would surely tell Saint Saint Saiwen the words he had long cherished in his heart.

A son-in-law is also a son!

Dream daughter, you will never escape the fate of being my son in this life.

"Still looking? He's already gone far."

Wadatsumi ranted wildly: "Is Saint Saint Saiwen really that good, that you've never forgotten him for so many years?"

After the Rocks Pirates disbanded, Wadatsumi followed Whitebeard and Marco, father and son, to jointly form the Whitebeard Pirates.

As the senior big sister of the Whitebeard Pirates, she naturally knew Whitebeard's obsession: to adopt Saint Saint Saiwen as his son.

"You don't understand."

Whitebeard stroked his upturned beard: "Saint Saint Saiwen is different; Saint Saint Saiwen understands pirates."

"In this great sea, being a pirate is not a profession, but a choice."

"Some treat the sea as a journey to pursue freedom, others treat it as a hunting ground to plunder everything; thus, there are High Pirates and Low Pirates."

Wadatsumi's heart instantly grew even more confused.

"High Pirates? Low Pirates?"

"Yes." Whitebeard clearly remembered those words Luo Jie had told him.

"Low Pirates are the most common on the great sea; their sole purpose for setting sail is to plunder."

"Plundering treasure, plundering territory, plundering women, plundering everything that makes life more comfortable; bullying the weak, slaughtering civilians, betraying comrades, killing each other for a sliver of profit."

"No convictions, no bottom line, no glory, only endless greed."

"For Low Pirates—

The sea is not a journey, but a hunting ground; the flag is not a belief, but a tool of intimidation; comrades are not family, but pawns that can be discarded at any time.

The so-called dream is merely a more greedy desire; wanting to become stronger is only to plunder more.

Wanting to climb higher is only to oppress more people.

Low Pirates live only to possess, and will ultimately be swallowed by even greater greed, dying in nameless seas, remembered by no one."

Whitebeard paused in his speech.

"And High Pirates, though still called pirates, live as the very synonym of freedom."

"Their dreams are freedom beyond material things, to traverse the entire Grand Line, to have family, to become the world's greatest swordsman, to..."

"High Pirates also have desires, but they are never controlled by greed, never betray their comrades."

"The most terrifying thing on the great sea is not the wind and waves, but a pirate who mistakes greed for a dream."

Whitebeard clicked his tongue.

"These were the words Saint Saint Saiwen spoke when he first boarded the ship, after Luo Jie got him drunk; it's hard to imagine, a nine-year-old child possessing such understanding."

In a sea where everyone is illiterate, Saint Saint Saiwen's words were, in Whitebeard's eyes, nothing short of: a scholar among pirates.

Whitebeard dreamed of having a son like this.

Hearing this, Wadatsumi's eyes shimmered with an unusual light: "Old man, I think little Istal and Saint Saint Saiwen have a great fate together."

"Look, Saint Saint Saiwen arrived just as the little one was born, and the name Istal was even given by Saint Saint Saiwen."

"Although there is a twenty-year age gap, with the Pure... Ring present, age is not a problem at all."

Wadatsumi was now like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law; the more she looked at Saint Saint Saiwen, the more she liked him.

In this great sea, whether in appearance and physique, status and position, or power and strength, Saint Saint Saiwen is first-class and top-tier.

Moreover, if her daughter marries him, she will never have to worry about a bad mother-in-law relationship.

There is no mother-in-law at all, okay?

If several chubby grandsons are born in the future, won't the entire family estate of Inazuma, as vast as it is, belong entirely to the grandsons?

"In a few days, send us to Inazuma."

Not long ago, Wadatsumi had been resistant to Whitebeard sending her and her daughter to Inazuma, but now she felt Inazuma was great; Inazuma must be visited.

After all, one who lives near the water gets the moon first.

Only the fact that her beloved daughter is too young remains.

"It's all your fault; if we had children years ago, she could have married Saint Saint Saiwen in two years."

Hearing this outrageous statement, Whitebeard realized once again: a man must protect himself when going out, lest he fall into the hands of a bad woman...

Women are truly unreasonable creatures.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, it's my fault~ it's my fault~"

He must send Wadatsumi and her daughter to Inazuma to settle down as soon as possible; otherwise, this life truly cannot be endured.

The days before when no woman managed him were so carefree and happy; nothing like now, where he is disciplined everywhere, even drinking with his sons is not enjoyable.

Fortunately, hearing his beloved daughter cry, Wadatsumi hurriedly returned to the cabin.

Whitebeard instantly breathed a sigh of relief: truly a father's贴心 little cotton-padded jacket.

Once quiet again, Whitebeard began to ponder: whether the Whitebeard Pirates should make strategic adjustments in the future to cooperate with Saint Saint Saiwen's future plans.

Currently in the New World,

The Whitebeard Pirates occupy Fukurokuju Island, and Sphinx Island, Whitebeard's hometown, enjoys the Whitebeard Pirates' protection.

Among the unclaimed islands in the New World, there remain Egghead Island, Lei Shen Island, and others.

"Seize Egghead Island?"

Previously, due to age restrictions, Whitebeard had almost no interest in expanding territory; now, age is no longer an issue.

Even for the sake of his beloved daughter's dowry, he must seriously consider expanding the Whitebeard Pirates' territory.

"However, since Future Island borders Honeycomb Island, it would be best to wait a while before going to Inazuma and asking Saint Saint Saiwen if he has any plans."

After obtaining the Pure Gold Ring, Whitebeard felt as though he were living a second life; aside from Saint Saint Saiwen, he viewed everyone else as mere chickens and clay dogs.

The joy of the Golden Lion... he had finally experienced it.

"Jehahahaha~"

New World, Future Island, Egghead.

The Golden Lion, cigar in mouth, strode arrogantly across the soil of Future Island like a male lion patrolling his own territory.

"Foxy, go plant our flag."

"Yes, Captain."

Foxy never imagined that one day he would rise to become the third-in-command of an Emperor.

Indeed, within the Flying Pirate Crew, his status was second only to Captain Golden Lion and Vice-Captain Buggy.

Praise the great Captain Saint Saint Saiwen.

Planting the Lion Flag at the highest point of Future Island marked the island's formal change of ownership, making it one of the territories under the Flying Crew's jurisdiction.

"Captain, when shall we take down Whole Cake Island?"

Inazuma, Honeycomb Island, and Future Island are now all under control; once Whole Cake Island is taken, every island in the latter half of the New World will be under the Morning Star Crew's dominion.

"Charlotte Lingling?" the Golden Lion grinned.

"Don't worry about Charlotte Lingling; if you have idle time, think instead about how to recruit people."

Occupying Future Island doubled the Flying Crew's territory, yet their manpower was increasingly stretched thin and simply insufficient.

There was originally the fish-man Jack, but unfortunately, the Captain had tricked him away.

Just thinking of this made the Golden Lion furious; it wasn't anger that the Captain had snatched Jack, but anger that after living so many years, his charm still couldn't compare to his own Captain's.

After sailing for so many years, it was truly a wasted life.

The Golden Lion realized: he must do something big to establish the reputation of the Sea Emperor, the Golden Lion.

So, what exactly should he do?

Impel Down had already been stirred up by the Revolutionary Army, and since the Golden Lion had just escaped from Impel Down a few years ago, causing another disturbance there would clearly be unsatisfactory.

Thinking of the Marine Headquarters relocating to the New World, the Golden Lion's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Cause another disturbance at the Marine Headquarters?"