Half an hour later, Sholmer emerged from the tent with Louis. The grime on Louis's face had been washed away, though he was still pale. His lips were no longer as cracked, and a strong smell of alcohol clung to him.
"Young man, have something to eat if you're hungry." Carlos lay carelessly atop a sand dune, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he glanced at Louis.
"Thank you, thank you. May I ask your name?" Louis sat down with a smile, showing no restraint as he grabbed some of the remaining food and tore into it in large bites.
"Me? My name is Lucifer Carlos. Do you know me?"
"Lucifer Carlos?"
"I feel like I've heard that name somewhere..." Louis said in confusion.
"Captain, it seems your reputation isn't quite famous enough yet." Martin grinned.
"Hahaha..." The others laughed as well.
Carlos smiled faintly, unconcerned by his crewmates' teasing. He truly had not yet reached the point where everyone knew his name. At this time, only the greatest Pirates of the New World were more or less universally known, with enormous reputations—though bad ones in most places.
"Captain?" Louis froze. After thinking hard for a moment, realization dawned on him. "So you're Pirates. You must be the recently renowned Divine Eye Pirates."
"That's right, we're the Divine Eye Pirates. Kid, are you afraid?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, while the others watched Louis's expression.
"I'm not afraid!" Louis answered firmly.
"Why? Don't tell me you think we're good people just because we helped you."
"So what if you're good people? So what if you're bad people?"
"I've lived through more brushes with death than I can count. Death has long ceased to matter to me. I don't fear it!"
"If I don't even fear death, what in this world