[He just answers with a smile, tired and somber and sad, and hands Marco one of his best sakazuki sake cups. No ochoko for this. He withdraws another cup, and then opens the bottle and pours.]

To Whitebeard, Ace, and Sabo. May your journey be swift to what awaits beyond that far horizon, with clear skies, fair winds, and following seas - for your navigator is love. The love of those who have sailed before, and those who will travel yet.

[How many times has he toasted the departed like this?

Too many.]