The WB ‘Whitebeard’ Ship was calmly sailing through the new world’s waters. It was a calm weather after the last night storm. The WB sitting on his usual chair, drinking. While The other were.. busy with something else.

“Is she alive?” Ace asked while watching Thatch climbing the ship with the unconscious woman.

“Lay her on the floor, Thatch. Hope she’s still breathing” Marco commanded with concern expression.

The rest of the crew kept a distance from the scene. Letting Marco check on her.