What a Fucking Animal

"Wh... what?!"

Yasopp looked as though he had been struck by lightning. He froze on the spot, all the color draining from his flushed face.

"She... died of illness ten years ago? How is that possible...?"

"And that's not all. Your wife's funeral was arranged by that genius son you keep talking about. Apparently, he begged for a long time before a wealthy family in the village agreed to pay for it. I heard it was quite a grand funeral. The whole village came to pay their respects."

Beckman leisurely flicked the ash from his cigar and continued recounting the cruel facts he had learned in a cold, matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh, right. Let me correct another misconception while I'm at it. Strictly speaking, you no longer have a son."

At this point, even Beckman, who had always held "a pirate's freedom" as sacred, couldn't help feeling a trace of contempt for Yasopp.

This bastard really was a fucking animal, through and through.

If he couldn't handle it, he should have left a decent woman alone in the first place.

Yet he had pursued her, even had a child with her, then sailed away and ignored his family for well over a decade.

Back when the Red Hair Pirates had spent so long stationed in Foosha Village, Syrup Village had been practically a stone's throw away. When had any of his crewmates ever stopped Yasopp from going home to visit?

They had even joked about going along to mooch a meal at his house. Instead, the bastard had spent every day drinking himself senseless in Makino's tavern, refusing to go back for even a single look.

As for bullshit excuses like "having a family gives a man a weakness" or "the Marines or rival pirates might target them," Beckman considered them