Chapter 1232
"Dad wants to take Ace as his son?"
Joz was surprised and stopped what he was doing.
Marco glanced at Ace.
"Dad is old, and he has always wanted to find a successor who can lead the Whitebeard Pirates. You and I are a little bit inferior, and we are not as good as those top masters. Dad saw the future of the Whitebeard Pirates in Ace, and he wants to take Ace as his son. When Dad is not around in the future, Ace will lead us to continue sailing!"
Marco's eyes were a little absent.
Joz was silent after hearing this.
Compared with those top masters on the sea, they are indeed a lot worse.
Whether it is the newly rising Beast Pirates or the Red Hair Pirates, they are all very young.
As for the BIGMOM Pirates of 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, let alone.
Whether it is Esdeath, Caesar, or Tesla, no matter who is singled out, they can lead a force to sail on the sea.
Compared with others, there is really no one in the Whitebeard Pirates who can take up the responsibility.
As for Ace.
Joz glanced at Ace.
Thinking of what Ace has done since he went to sea.
And his growth rate and future potential.
Joz was silent. The future potential of 17-year-old Ace is definitely stronger than them.
Joz has only seen those monsters in the Rockefeller Kingdom who can be so strong at the age of 17.
Undoubtedly, Ace is also that kind of monster.
No wonder Dad values him.
Although he is a little unhappy, this is indeed the best choice.
Dad's health is getting worse and worse, and Joz is also anxious in his heart.
"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 Joz would have a rift with Ace because of this duel.
"Don't worry, Marco. I don't care about these things, and I won't hate Ace!"
Joz shook his head. He also figured it out.
As the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates, he was one of the closest people to his father.
He was not a person who didn't know the importance of things.
Marco smiled and patted Joz.
Time passed quietly like a gurgling stream, and two days had passed inadvertently.
At this moment, the spacious room on the Moby Dick was filled with an atmosphere of tension and anxiety.
Deus and other companions paced back and forth in the room like ants on a hot pot, their hearts filled with endless worries.
One of the Spade Pirates 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, Ace, with his eyes closed, seemed to be sleeping.
Suddenly his eyelids moved, and his consciousness gradually regained consciousness.
At this moment, he heard a burst of noise. After listening carefully, it turned out that the crew members were arguing fiercely.
He could feel that the familiar figures around him were worried about his situation.
Ace wanted to move.
But the next second.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his chest, as if a sharp knife was inserted directly into his heart.
"Ah!"
Ace could no longer bear this pain, and he couldn't help shouting out, and opened his eyes instantly.
The Spade Pirates, who were originally arguing, suddenly quieted down, and everyone's eyes were cast towards the bed.
"Captain, you're awake!"
The Spade Pirates surrounded Ace and shouted in surprise.
"It hurts!"
Ace's face was bulging with blue veins, and he lowered his head to look at his slightly collapsed chest.
This is much better than three days ago.
Three days ago, Ace's chest was equivalent to a big pit.
It looked terrible.
Now it has almost recovered.
"Captain, don't move. Your injury has just recovered. If you move too much, the injury will relapse!"
Deuce quickly pushed away the people around him and stood beside Ace and whispered.
"Deuce, Deuce!"
Ace gasped heavily, as if every breath was a difficult battle.
His eyes, which were originally 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 difficultyHe turned his head and tried to see everything around him.
However, the strange scene in front of him made him feel uneasy.
"Where is this?"
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. It was Marco, the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates' first team, who saved you!"
Deuce's words exploded in Ace's ears like thunder.
Ace widened his eyes and looked at Deuce in disbelief, his face full of astonishment.
He even forgot the severe pain in his body temporarily because of excessive surprise, and subconsciously wanted to sit up, but fell back heavily on the bed because of his serious injuries.
"Whitebeard Pirates?"
Ace's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of shock and suspicion that could not be concealed.
"Are you kidding me? How could I be on the enemy's ship?"
His face suddenly became gloomy, 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, and even 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 the other party. This was really incredible.
You know, Ace's injuries were extremely serious at the time, and his entire chest was deeply sunken, as if it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.
His breath was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, and it 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.
