The electric atmosphere on the deck of the *Moby Dick* intensified as days passed. Across the treacherous seas of the New World, the massive ships of our fleet gathered like dark storm clouds converging toward our flagship. Every arriving ship experienced the same shock and exhilaration upon witnessing my transformed presence and the radiant aura of the Golden Age Commanders around me. They struggled to believe, then knelt with overwhelming pride.
The first to arrive was Namur, the Whale Fishman. The powerful warrior from Fishman Island felt the weight of the atmosphere the moment he stepped onto the deck. "Oyaji..." he murmured, his wide eyes fixed on Marco's blue glow, Vista's sharp presence, and Jozu's luminous diamond form. "What...?"
"A new age is dawning, Namur," I said, resting my giant hand on his shoulder. The potential of his Fishman bloodline flashed in my mind: a near-symbiotic bond with the sea, power to shape water itself, peak physical endurance. "Are you ready to become Lord of the Seas?"
Namur's chest swelled, his gills flaring rapidly. "I'm ready, Father!"
"***REACH PRIME!***"
As the energy wave struck Namur, we witnessed the birth of a sea titan. His body expanded, muscles shimmering with deep blue scales. Blue energy vapor rose from his gills. He raised his hands, and the sea beside the *Moby Dick* swelled at *his* will, forming a colossal tower of water. A flick of his wrist sent it flying like a spear miles away, exploding atop a wave. "My strength... is one with the ocean's song," Namur whispered, his eyes reflecting the abyss. "Every drop is my limb."
Next came Blamenco. His broad grin widened as he understood Prime. "My Storage-Storage Fruit..." he began, eyes gleaming. His potential: bending space, opening doors to near-infinite dimensions. "Come on, Oyaji! Boost me too!"
"***REACH PRIME!***"
Blamenco's transformation was silent but awe-inspiring. The air around him visibly warped. He touched empty space—*click!*—and a window opened, revealing one of Jozu's shattered training targets from days ago! "Wow!" he laughed, resizing the portal. "I can store not just objects... but *space itself*! Opening a door to Marineford's fortress? Child's play!"
Rakuyo arrived, his massive hammer slung over his shoulder. "Oyaji! My turn! How many Marine skulls will this power crack?" he roared. His potential: pure destructive force and unstoppable blows. His hammer could shatter mountains.
"***REACH PRIME!***"
His transformation rivaled Jozu's in noise. *BOOOM!* Rakuyo's hammerhead began swallowing light like a dark star. Muscles swelled like a titan's, bones creaking like steel armor. He lifted the hammer one-handed and slammed it into empty air. *KRUNCH!* It tore a *void*. Where it struck, the air shattered, blasting a crater into the deck (even Marco's reinforced wood). "HAHA! YES!" he bellowed, swinging his hammer, leaving black-hole-like trails. "Come try your fists now, Garp!"
**Ship Interior: Ace's Empty Room**
Amid preparations, quiet moments lingered. I entered Ace's cabin on the *Moby Dick*. The room was icy. His playful posters, odd souvenirs, carelessly folded blanket on the bed... all screamed his absence. I stepped inside, my shadow swallowing the walls. Once, we'd laughed loudly here, raced to eat... Now only silence and the weight in my chest remained.
"Soon, son," I whispered, tracing dust on a table. "Your father is here. This time... I come not to retrieve you, but to *take you back*." The fury within me boiled like a volcano with my Prime power. I pictured Sakazuki's face. Our reckoning would come. Before Ace's eyes.
**Island: Sphinx - Homeland**
We visited Sphinx, an island near the fleet's rally point. My birthplace... poor, humble, yet proud. In the village square, elders and children wept at my transformed appearance. "Eddie... You... look young!" cried an old woman, trembling to touch my face.
"I received a gift, mother," I said softly, a rare tenderness in my voice. "With it, I vow to protect this village—all innocents. The World Government's tyranny ends here." I nodded to Vista. The elegant swordsman drew his blade, flicked it skyward. *Shiin!* An invisible slash split a menacing boulder at the village entrance, edges gleaming. A message. The villagers stared in hope and awe.
**World Government: Panic Rising**
In the heights of Mariejois, the shadows of the Five Elders stretched long and uneasy.
"*Is the report accurate?*" A cold, mechanical voice echoed.
"*Whitebeard's fleets gather at one point at unnatural speed. Energy readings from the Moby Dick... unprecedented.*"
"*Spy reports... physical changes. Marco's flames blazed like a blue star. Vista's sword cuts air.*"
"*Prime...? What does this mean?*"
"*Threat level raised to Critical Red. All Admirals recalled to Marineford. Accelerate Kuma's programming?*"
"*Yes. And... it is time for 'Him' to move. Only Absolute Justice can erase this threat.*"
**Moby Dick: Final Preparations and a Seed of Betrayal**
The last fleet captains arrived—Curiel, Fossa, Kingdew. All embraced Prime, ascending to their unique zeniths. The *Moby Dick* now pulsed like the heart of a legendary army. On deck, we gathered around a massive strategy table. A detailed map of Marineford lay open. The "fan's" knowledge illuminated every turret, cannon nest, and hidden tunnel in my mind.
"The first wave," I began, pointing, "strikes here. Namur raises a sea wall. Vista slashes the prison barriers. Jozu and Rakuyo obliterate the main gate. Marco clears the path to Ace. Izo..." I met his gaze. His golden eyes already locked onto targets. "...aim for the Admirals' heads. Especially Sakazuki's."
"With pleasure, Oyaji," Izo murmured, stroking his pistol.
As the meeting dispersed, a shadow approached. Squard. His face held familiar conflict, deep sorrow. He neared me in a quiet corner.
"Oyaji..." he rasped. "This power... *Prime*... Is it real? Can we truly save Ace? Will we... lose more sons?" Pain from past losses haunted his eyes. The "fan's" knowledge whispered of Squard's fragility, how he might break under the Traitorous Doctor's words. But we were different now.
I stepped toward him, my shadow engulfing him. "Squard," I said, soft but unyielding. "Hear me. A father *never* endangers his son. This power... protects *all* the family. You included. Betrayal grows in fear's shadow. We have no room for fear." My hand gripped his shoulder, channeling Prime's calming assurance. "Do you trust me, son?"
Tears welled in Squard's eyes. He felt the hand's weight, the unshakable trust seeping in. He straightened, breathing deep. "Yes, Oyaji. Always. Forgive my... doubts."
"*Gurararara!* Doubt isn't weakness—it tests true loyalty!" I laughed, squeezing his shoulder. "Now, prepare your crew. We need you."
Squard bowed, shadows lifting from his face. He walked away, steps firm. That seed of betrayal died before it could sprout.
**Time to Move**
The last ship joined the convoy. Around the *Moby Dick*, a colossal fleet now dwarfed even the New World's fury. Each vessel commanded by a Prime captain. On deck, all commanders and fleet captains stood before me. Behind me: Marco, Vista, Jozu, Izo, Namur, Blamenco, Rakuyo... Giants of the Golden Age.
I gazed at the sea. Wind carried the scent of war. The volcano inside me seethed for Ace.
"MY SONS!" My voice boomed unaided to every ship's farthest corner. "The time has come! Ace, your brother, my son, our blood... is captive! Marineford prepares to spill his blood! WHAT DO WE SAY?"
Thousands roared as one: **"NO! OYAJI!"**
"DO THEY CLAIM JUSTICE? THAT PIRATE BLOOD MUST FLOW?"
**"NO! OYAJI!"**
"ARE YOU READY TO SHOW THEM TRUTH? TO MAKE THIS WORLD PAY FOR TOUCHING FAMILY?"
**"YES! OYAJI! YEEES!"** The cry tore the sky.
A fist rose. Mine. "THEN WE SAIL! COURSE: MARINEFORD! OUR MISSION: SAVE ACE AND REMIND THE WORLD—IT LIVES IN WHITEBEARD'S SHADOW! FOR FAMILY!"
**"FOR FAMILY! OYAJI!"**
"*GURARARARARA!* LET'S GO, MY SONS! UNLEASH THE STORM!"
The *Moby Dick*'s sails filled with black death-heads. The helm turned. Dozens of fleet ships moved as one—a leviathan churning toward destiny. Ahead, an island glowed red in fate's dawn: **Marineford**.
The storm was finally unleashed. And we were its unbreakable heart—the Golden Age's fortress.