Pirates: Building a Pirate Family.

"Dad wants to adopt Ace as his son?"

Joz was surprised and stopped what he was doing.

Marco glanced at Ace.

"Dad is old, and he has been looking for a successor who can lead the Whitebeard Pirates. You and I are not as good as we are, and we can't compare to those top masters. Dad sees the future of the Whitebeard Pirates in Ace, and he wants to adopt Ace as his son. When Dad is gone in the future, Ace will lead us to continue sailing!"

Marco's eyes were a little dazed.

Qiao Zi also fell silent after hearing this.

Compared with those top powerhouses on the sea, they are indeed far behind.

Whether it is the newly rising Beasts Pirates or the Red Hair Pirates, they are all very young.

As for the BIGMOM Pirates, which is also from the old era, Charlotte Katakuri is capable of continuing to lead the BIGMOM Pirates to sail on the sea when Charlotte Linlin is not around, even without Charlotte Linlin.

The situation of the BIGMOM Pirates will be even better.

As for the Rockefeller Kingdom, there is no need to mention it.

Whether it is Esdeath, Caesar, or Tesla, no matter who is picked out alone, he can lead a force to sail on the sea.

Compared to others, there is really no one in the Whitebeard Pirates who can take on the leading role.

As for Ace.

Joz glanced at Ace.

Thinking of what Ace has done since he went to sea.

As well as its growth rate and future potential.

Joz was silent. The seventeen-year-old Ace's future potential was definitely greater than theirs.

Joz had only seen those monsters in the Rockefeller Kingdom who were so strong at the age of seventeen.

Ace is undoubtedly that kind of monster.

No wonder dad values ​​him.

Although I feel a little unhappy, this is indeed the best choice.

His father's health was deteriorating, and Joz saw it and was worried.

"I said this just to prevent you from worrying too much. Ace is indeed the best choice for all of us!"

Marco looked at Joz, fearing that this duel would create a rift between Joz and Ace.

"Don't worry Marco, I don't care about these, and I won't bear a grudge against Ace!"

Joz shook his head, and he also figured it out.

As the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates, they are some of the people closest to Dad.

He is not an ignorant person.

Marco smiled and patted Joz.

Time passed quietly like a stream, and two days passed before I knew it.

At this moment, the spacious room on the Moby Dick was filled with an atmosphere of tension and anxiety.

Deuce and his companions paced back and forth in the room like ants on a hot pan, their hearts filled with endless worries.

One of the Spade Pirates crew members said worriedly: "What happened to the captain? He hasn't woken up yet. He has been in a coma for three days. Will something unexpected happen?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other people stared at him with their eyes wide open, and shouted in unison: "Shut up your crow mouth! Don't talk nonsense here!"

On the bed, with his eyes closed, Ace seemed to be sleeping.

Suddenly my eyelids moved and consciousness gradually returned.

Just then, I heard a burst of noise. When I listened carefully, I found that the crew members were arguing fiercely.

He could feel that the familiar figures around him were worried about his situation.

Ace tried to move.

But next second.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from my chest, as if a sharp knife was piercing my heart.

"what!"

Ace couldn't bear the pain any longer and couldn't help but yell out, instantly opening his eyes.

The Spade Pirates crew members, who were originally arguing fiercely, suddenly quieted down, and everyone's eyes were cast towards the bed.

"Captain, you're awake!"

The Spade Pirates gathered around Ace and shouted in surprise.

"it hurts!"

Veins popped up on Ace's face as he lowered his head to look at his slightly collapsed chest.

This is much better than it was three days ago.

Three days ago, Ace's chest was equivalent to a huge dent.

It looked terrible.

It has almost recovered now.

"Captain, don't move. You have just recovered from your injuries. If you move too much, your injuries will relapse!"

Deuce quickly pushed away the people around him, stood beside Ace and whispered softly.

"Dieu, Dieus!"

Ace was breathing heavily, as if every breath was a difficult battle.

His eyes, which were once as bright as stars, were now bloodshot, and he looked a little tired and confused.

"I'm here!"

Deuce responded hastily, his voice full of concern and anxiety.

Ace turned his head with difficulty, trying to see everything around him clearly.

However, the unfamiliar scene before him made him feel uneasy.

"Where...is this place?"

He asked weakly, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

The Spade Pirates did not have such a spacious and huge room, and he could clearly feel the bed under him shaking slightly as the ship sailed.

Obviously, they were on a ship, but this ship definitely did not belong to the Spade Pirates.

Hearing Ace's question, Deuce hurriedly explained: "Captain, we are now on the Whitebeard Pirates ship. It was Marco, the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates' First Division, who saved you!"

Deuce's words exploded in Ace's ears like thunder.

Ace stared at Deuce with eyes wide open, incredulous, his face filled with astonishment.

He was so surprised that he even temporarily forgot the severe pain in his body. He subconsciously tried to sit up, but fell heavily back onto the bed due to his severe injuries.

"Whitebeard Pirates?"

Ace's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of shock and doubt that could not be concealed.

"Are you kidding me? Why am I on an enemy ship?"

His face turned gloomy in an instant, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

Indeed, for Ace, this was simply a fantasy.

He had been provoking the Whitebeard Pirates before, defeated Flower Sword Vista, and dueled with Diamond Joz. The relationship between the two sides was tense.

And now, he was actually on the ship of the Whitebeard Pirates and was rescued by them. This was really unbelievable.

You know, Ace's injuries were extremely serious at the time, his entire chest was deeply sunken, as if it had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

His breath was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.

If Marco hadn't used his unique healing flame in time, he would have tried his best to maintain Ace's life.

And in the past three days, the magical power of the Phoenix has been used continuously to treat Ace. I'm afraid Ace's life would have been in danger long ago, not to mention that he would wake up and recover most of his injuries in just three days.