# Chapter 812: The Will Passed Down Through Generations
When he shouted out that name, not only Ace and the others who heard him, but even Ian himself felt his mind go blank!
In fact, even Ian hadn't expected that he would suddenly associate this ship with the ancient weapon Pluton. In his previous understanding, the ancient weapon Pluton should have been called Pluton, so how could it be named Dawn?
But then he suddenly realized that the so-called "Pluton" was merely a title given by later generations. According to the content recorded in the Poneglyphs, it was only in the later stages of that great war during the Void Century that the three ancient weapons gradually formed their confrontation. So there was no way that from the very beginning, the three weapons were called Pluton, Poseidon, and Uranus.
People of later generations simply gave them these names based on the characteristics of the three weapons...
This ship before them was not only hidden secretly but had also been stored in this cavern for an extremely long time. This could be seen from the various traces on its surface. Moreover, the ship's appearance was completely different from modern vessels and didn't look like any wrecked ship either. These various signs could only make Ian associate it with the legendary ancient weapon Pluton, said to be sleeping somewhere in the world.
At this moment, Ace, startled by Ian's shout, couldn't help but fly over and land on the ship's hull, asking Ian: "Ian, what you said just now... is it true?"
"Most likely!" Ian said with a grave expression. "Quick, help me out. Let's clean up this ship, and we'll know at a glance!"
So the two of them began busily clearing the ship. They carefully controlled the temperature of their flames, burning away the moss and various plants on the hull's surface. Meanwhile, the members of the Buggy Pirates and the Kuja Pirates in the distance no longer cared about anything else. Large numbers of people jumped into the lake water. Although they shivered from the freezing cold, they still desperately swam toward the ship to help with the cleaning.
No one knew exactly how long it took, but the Dawn was finally cleared of debris on the water's surface.
It could be seen that the ship was largely intact, but near the stern, there was a huge hole about a hundred meters in diameter. The edges of the damaged area were very neat, as if melted by high temperatures. On various parts of the hull, there were countless scars, as if something's claws had gouged into them, but they hadn't managed to pierce through the hull.
"No doubt about it!" Ian was now even more certain. His hand traced along the claw marks on the hull as he said, "These are traces left by Uranus's claws. They're enormous!"
Ace looked at these scars in disbelief and asked, "What kind of hull is this, that it can remain undamaged even under Uranus's claws?"
"How else could it have fought against Uranus?" Ian replied, then said, "Do you see? The overall construction technique of this ship is human craftsmanship, but the shape of the hull and the alloy technology are not from the human world."
"What... what do you mean?" Ace asked, stunned.
"Legend has it that Pluton was built by the shipwrights of Water Seven and called the world's most evil warship," Ian said. "But according to the Poneglyph records, the shipwrights of Water Seven at that time were only the designers of the hull. For this warship to become the most evil warship, it probably used the technology of the Moon People!"
"That makes sense..." Ace nodded.
"Hey hey, Ian, you bastard! What do you mean!?" Buggy shouted from the lakeshore, stomping his feet. "Are you saying this ship isn't made of gold!?"
Ian looked back at him with amusement and said, "Buggy, you should be satisfied. Although it's not made of gold, this is absolutely the greatest treasure in history!"
Even as he said this, Ian couldn't help but admire Buggy. Damn it, this bastard must be blessed by the god of luck! With just a random treasure map, he had actually dug up the ancient weapon Pluton, which had been sleeping for eight hundred years!
The luck of Conqueror's Haki was no joke...
He remembered how Crocodile had spent so many years planning to get his hands on Pluton, only to fail in the end. He wondered if Crocodile would be so ashamed that he'd swallow feces and kill himself when he heard about this after returning.
But Buggy didn't care about Pluton or anything like that. When he learned that the gold and treasure he was looking for wasn't real, Buggy completely deflated. His feet slipped, and he collapsed on the ground in a Ge You-style recline, wailing loudly...
"Come on, let's go into the cabin and take a look!" Ian called to Ace. The two flew to the rear of the hull and entered through the melted hole.
Once inside the cabin, Ian and Ace saw a huge space inside. It was cluttered with many things—various weapons and guns, but these weapons had long rusted beyond recognition. There were also many paper documents, but when Ian gently touched them, they turned into fragments.
Eight hundred years of time, while unable to corrode Pluton's hull, had destroyed all the fragile things inside beyond recognition.
However, what caught Ian's attention was that they found many skeletons inside the ship. These skeletons had almost turned into fossils. The ground was covered with mushy, muddy substances. Ian guessed that these were the remains of the crew members who had died here, their flesh and blood decomposed by the humid environment into corpse fluid condensates...
The clothes on many skeletons turned to fragments at the slightest touch, and so did their bones. These warriors who had participated in the ancient weapon war eight hundred years ago couldn't even leave their names behind...
Just as Ian was thinking these thoughts with emotion, Ace suddenly spoke up: "Ian, come quick! There are words here!"
Ian hurried over and found Ace looking near a skeleton slumped against the wall. The skeleton's head was tilted to one side, but in its hand, it held a rusted dagger. On the cabin wall behind it, there were deep scratches, as if this person had used all their remaining strength to carve them repeatedly into the hard alloy hull before dying.
"They're ancient text!" Ian cleared the scratches and immediately asserted, "It's a message written in ancient text..."
"What do we do? We can't read ancient text!" Ace scratched his head.
"I'll try. Robin once taught me techniques for identifying ancient text," Ian said. "Although I'm not as proficient as her, if the sentences are simple, I might be able to translate some..."
So Ace held a fireball nearby for illumination while Ian frowned in deep thought, trying to identify the ancient text.
"Hmm..." After looking for a long time, Ian tentatively tried to translate: "Bury... bury freedom in the heart, pass down the will like a torch... We are the D Clan, those who... watch over the dawn?"
After translating the general meaning of this passage, Ian was stunned and turned to look at Ace.
Ace was also shocked. He stammered: "No... no way, Ian. Are you sure you didn't mistranslate?"
"How would I know? According to what Robin taught me, this is what the translation came out as!" Ian shrugged. "But it might actually be correct. Remember that huge letter D carved on the hull earlier? I suddenly thought of it because I saw that letter..."
Then Ian clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "Ace, you D Clan members—could the meaning of this hidden initial be this?"
"I don't know!" Ace shook his head vigorously. "Grandpa, Luffy, and I—all our names have the letter D. Grandpa once said we are the D Clan, but even he doesn't really know what this D represents..."
"It should refer to Dan, meaning dawn!" Ian sighed. "We've finally figured out the true meaning of this letter..."
According to the Poneglyph records, eight hundred years ago, there was once a great kingdom in this world. The enemies of the Celestial Dragons and the World Government were this kingdom. Now it seemed that the people of this kingdom were the later D Clan.
The D Clan didn't refer to any bloodline or family but rather to a way of thinking!
If the rule of the Celestial Dragons represented slavery and the "darkness" of tyranny, then the thoughts and will inherited by the D Clan were "dawn"!
The original D Clan had fought desperately for this. They should have been people from various races and backgrounds, united in their resistance against tyranny, their pursuit of freedom and equality, and their beautiful wish to live together under the same sunlight. They fought a great war against racists, tyrants, liars, and even pirates.
Unfortunately, they failed. After the Void Century, the World Government was established, and the Celestial Dragons ascended to their high divine thrones, ruling the entire world with their corrupt thoughts. From that time on, non-human races were continuously oppressed and enslaved.
This dark rule lasted for eight hundred years, but the people of this world hadn't completely degenerated, because the Will of D had been passed down...
In fact, the Will of D had been passed down continuously, never interrupted. As Pirate King Roger said, as long as people's dreams and courage still exist, the pursuit cannot be stopped...
Even today, many members of the D Clan no longer know the origin of their names, but the spirit of resistance engraved in their bones still exists! They still vaguely pursue a freer and more equal life!
And for the Celestial Dragons, who wanted people to obediently be oppressed, exploited, and enslaved, these people were absolutely the most dangerous existence.
This was the origin of the so-called natural enemies of the gods...