The New World, a deserted island.
At the Red Hair Pirates' usual feast, Red-Haired should have been taking part in the celebration, but instead he was staring at the sea with a grave expression.
Seeing his unusual behavior, Lucky Roux came over and patted his captain's shoulder with his greasy right hand, still slick from the steak he had just grabbed. "Boss, cheer up. Things will always work out for the better."
Red-Haired first gave the big man standing before him a touched look, then asked in surprise, "You know what I'm thinking?"
"Isn't it because you're worried about that good~ friend of yours, Hawk Eyes?" Lucky Roux said with a suggestive look, emphasizing one particular word. "Don't worry. That guy won't die so easily!"
Red-Haired's expression fell as he cursed with dark lines across his forehead, "Get lost! Why would I worry about him?"
"Eh? Isn't that it?" Lucky Roux asked in confusion. "After you two got drunk last time, I even saw Hawk Eyes come out of your room the next morning!"
"Ehhhhhh~ What?!"
The pirates who had gathered around at some point all let out a collective cry of surprise, their gazes at their captain filled with strange implications.
Red-Haired's face darkened completely as he glared viciously at Lucky Roux. "Do you not want that mouth anymore?"
Lucky Roux could not help but protest, "Did I say anything wrong? At most, I'll keep it a secret for you next time we go to the East Blue."
Red-Haired flew into a rage from embarrassment. "Come here! Today, I'll show you what pirate cruelty is!"
Beckman glanced up at the few people horsing around in front of him, then lowered his head to look at the newspaper in his hand and muttered, "Are you worried about the World Government's