"Please…Please…" The young woman begged softly and then let out a small groan of pain. "Marco…"
A tall man stood beside her, holding her up as he slowly limped through the field of bodies just lying motionless on the ground around them. The young woman's long brown hair covered her face as she looked down at the ground, no energy to attempt to move the hair from her eyes, and bit her lip hard. She grasped her side in pain, trying to cover the deadly wound as blood gushed from it.
"I won't leave you" Marco said as he panted heavily. "You're the only one… to carry on… Whitebeard's legacy."
A tear streamed down the woman's soft face.
"Please… I have nothing to live for…" She choked out faintly. "He's dead… They're both dead…"
Marco turned a corner and stopped. He looked out at the bay, feeling the cool breeze on his face. He limped over to the edge, walking over some more bodies. He stopped stared silently out over the bay. Several large ships were still afloat after the lengthy and tough clash. One of those was a large galleon with a huge, white whale on the bow of the ship while flying a large pirate flag.
"We still have you… to lead us, Captain. With you, Whitebeard's name will never disappear." Marco said convincingly and then looked down at the woman.
He suddenly felt the woman go limp. He lowered her to the ground, lying her down carefully.
"Stay with me… I'll get you help." He said fearfully.
"MARCO!" Someone bellowed from behind.
Marco turned around and saw a group of injured men running towards them, with the ship's doctor in the lead. They stopped in front of Marcus and the woman.
"Are you alright, Marco?" Shouted one man.
"We saw what happened to Juliet?" Another man shouted.
"Is she alright?" Asked the doctor.
Marco stood up and stared silently at the doctor. The doctor nodded silently and then kneed down beside her, checking her wound. The group of men stared silently as they watched. Marco turned his attention to the group, looking at them with a determined expression.
"Listen up!" He shouted at them. "During this ceasefire, I want everyone able man and woman to collect any bodies from our crew and return them to the ships. I want two groups to collect Whitebeard's and Ace's bodies. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir!" The group of men shouted and then saluted, before running off to carry out their task.
"A nasty wound…" The doctor said once the men had disappeared.
Marco turned and faced the doctor.
"Can you do something?" Marco asked.
The doctor stopped for a moment, staring silently at the wound before continuing to treat it.
"It may take awhile but I believe she will be ok…" The doctor replied.
Marco smiled and then looked out over the bay once more.
"Thank you, doctor. Just think… Today is the start of a new era… The era of Whitebeard's daughter."