"A World to Store"

The King's Arrival

Marineford buzzed with tension, the air thick with anticipation. Thousands of Marines stood in perfect formation, weapons at the ready, their eyes fixed on the execution platform where Portgas D. Ace knelt, shackled and silent.

High above, the three Admirals—Aokiji, Kizaru, and Akainu—sat like statues, their imposing presence only adding to the pressure. Behind them, Fleet Admiral Sengoku loomed large, his voice carrying authority as he addressed the gathered forces.

"Today, we bring an end to the age of pirates!" Sengoku's proclamation reverberated through the fortress.

To one side of the battlefield stood the Seven Warlords of the Sea, each a symbol of power and notoriety. Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman, stood calmly, his hawk-like gaze focused on the horizon. Beside him, Donquixote Doflamingo grinned maniacally, as if the entire war was an entertaining game. Bartholomew Kuma stood silently, a towering and unreadable figure. Boa Hancock, the Pirate Empress, held herself regally, though her expression betrayed her inner turmoil, her eyes occasionally flicking toward Ace.

Gecko Moria cackled, amused at the chaos to come, while Jinbei stood firm, his expression resolute and conflicted as he stared at the execution platform, a prisoner in chains due to his defiance against the Marines.

"Let them come," Doflamingo sneered, spreading his arms wide. "This is going to be fun!"

Then, the air changed. A deep, unnatural fog began to roll in from the sea, thick and oppressive.

"What's going on?" a Marine shouted, his voice tinged with panic.

The fog enveloped the battlefield, swallowing the bay in a white shroud. For a moment, all was silent, the world holding its breath. And then, from within the mist, shadows began to emerge.

Ships.

One by one, pirate ships came into view, their masts towering above the fog, their flags fluttering defiantly. Each belonged to a notorious pirate crew, allies of the Whitebeard Pirates who had answered the call to arms.

"There are so many of them!" a Marine stammered, his hands trembling as he gripped his weapon.

The sheer number of allied ships was staggering, a testament to Whitebeard's influence and the loyalty he inspired. At the head of the fleet, the flags of the commanders' divisions were unmistakable, each one carrying the mark of the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Is that... the Decalvan Brothers?" another Marine exclaimed. "And the Great Pirate Squardron? They're all here!"

The fog continued to part, revealing more and more of the fleet until it seemed the entire horizon was filled with ships. The sight was enough to send a wave of unease through even the most battle-hardened Marines.

And then, the sea began to ripple.

At first, it was subtle—soft waves disturbing the calm waters of the bay. Then, the ripples grew into massive swells, churning as though something enormous lurked beneath the surface.

From the thickening mist came the most awe-inspiring sight yet. A colossal ship burst forth from the depths, water cascading off its hull like a waterfall. It was The Moby Dick, Whitebeard's flagship, emerging from beneath the sea like a leviathan.

On the deck of The Moby Dick, the legendary Whitebeard stood tall, his bisento in hand. His presence alone sent shivers through the Marines, his aura radiating power and authority.

Beside him stood his commanders, each as formidable as the last. Marco, the first division commander, flared his phoenix wings, ready for battle. Jozu's diamond-encrusted form gleamed under the sunlight, and Vista twirled his swords, a grin on his face.