Luffy wasn't screaming. He wasn't crying.
Whitebeard, standing on the bow of the Moby Dick, let out a low, rumbling laugh. It was a laugh that cracked the air. He looked down at the tiny, bleeding figure in the bay. For the first time since Ace had been taken, the old man smiled. luffy haki marineford
His sandals dug into the cracked ice. His chest heaved, stained with his own blood and Ace’s. The tiny, ragged straw hat hung around his neck, a ghost of the promise he’d made. Every instinct in his body screamed for him to fall. His muscles had torn. His organs felt like burnt paper. Luffy wasn't screaming