A flag stood proudly overhead. The jolly roger waving in the sea breeze. Ace and Sabo watched from there place at the bow of the ship, they gaze on the horizon.

"Do you feel that?"

Nodding his head, the blonde turned around and called out. "Set sail towards the north."

A slow predatory grin spread across the green haired sword's man.

"I just got the if we follow the strange pulling I will die disease."

"If were going to follow it, we need to get more supplies, you shitheads."

"And medicine!"

"SUPER! We should get more cola!"

"Perhaps, it will lead us to our unmarked graves."

"It might lead us to more Beli."

"Yohoho it feels like my heart is being pulled out of my chest, though I don't have a heart! Yohohohoh."

The jolly roger smiled down at the crew, the top hat wearing skull on top of a spade seemed to encourage them on.

Across the grand line heads were shifting and eyes glazed, all facing north. From the revolutionary base in Baltigo to the castle on Fishermen island, heads turned. From the green haired punk to the blue haired princess stopped their work eyes glazed.

"Pops."

The strongest man alive and pirate captain looked down at his oldest son, for a long moment they locked gazes.

"Guarhahaha, very well, tell your brothers to turn the ship and head north."

Some miles away a yellow submarine surfaced. The pirate crew came pouring out and onto the top of the sub. A tall man, the captain came out, his furred hat sat snug on his head and his sword at his side, a large thin fingered hand was rubbing at his chest and his face sat pinched up and confused.

"Head north."

In another sea a red-haired captain put down his drink and hosted himself up. Head titled he walked towards the edge of his ship, ignoring his parting crew, and closed his eyes to listen. For a long moment he could only hear the sea. He pivoted and shouted to his crew.

"Turn the ship, were heading towards the new world!"

On the last island sat three women humming softly among themselves. Behind them in an amber clear rock was a boy, asleep on his side and clutching a warn red hat.

"We must right the wrongs." The first woman said.

"We must topple the world." The second sang.

"We must save the king." The third scolded.

"The brothers of kings,

Crew that sings,

Must save the savior of all.

Lover of kings,

Healer of everything,

Must save the memory of all.

The lover of the brother,

Guard of another,

Must save the will of all."