By the coast, the pirate ship was still recruiting crew members.
"Anyone who dares to kill and can fight! What are you worthless trash supposed to be? Wasting food? Get the hell out of here!"
The man recruiting on the shore had a strange half-black, half-white hairstyle that made him look rather comical. Waving a long blade in his hand, he shouted at the drifters from Uncertainty Terminal.
"Boss Hisoka, can we really recruit anyone here? No matter how I look at them, they all seem half-starved."
On the deck, a comical-looking fellow wearing what seemed to be a furry doll on his head, fluffy clothes, and beast-claw shoes nervously spoke to the Captain seated there.
"Shishishi haha, Moji, the worse the place, the more likely powerful people are to emerge. Take the Phantom Troupe, for example—they came from a place like Meteor City."
Captain Hisoka spoke with a grin as he idly tossed throwing knives. Across from him stood a lion with an apple balanced on its head and its eyes covered by a strip of white cloth, trembling in terror.
A closer look revealed that the wooden board behind the lion was already full of daggers, outlining the shape of a lion perfectly. More than half the lion's fur had been shaved away by daggers passing close by. Only the bright red apple on its head remained as vivid as ever.
Clearly, Captain Hisoka was quite skilled with throwing knives. He was just deliberately teasing the lion.
Of course, the lion did not see it that way. With those chilling throwing knives whistling past it, it was practically scared into wetting itself.
No—if that terrifying Captain Hisoka had not said that he would perform castration on the spot if it peed on the deck, it would have already