My Name is Jack Sparrow, the Pirate Hunter

"A pirate with a thirty-million Beli bounty from twenty years ago should at least be on Arlong's level, right?"

"How is he this weak..."

Though the goal of testing his strength wasn't met, Leon still hadn't come away empty-handed.

The Panther Pirates had already neatly stacked the lumber and iron, and Panther himself had enthusiastically offered up his head, worth thirty million Beli.

Crime pays...

The old saying never lied.

Leon casually cleaned up the severed limbs scattered across the pirate ship; the bloody scene didn't dampen his mood in the slightest.

Maybe Leon himself hadn't realized it, but even in human form, he was becoming more and more like a true Godzilla...

The pirate ship had a gaping hole in its bottom hull, courtesy of Leon, and water was already pouring in.

Leon found the ship's tow rope, tied it around himself with practiced ease, then jumped into the water, turning himself into a human engine as he dragged the pirate ship back toward Water Seven.

"Director! Bad news! A pirate ship is attacking!"

"What!"

The naval shipyard director, Votery, with his balding crown, first jolted in shock, then suspicion crept in.

This was a naval shipyard, after all!

Was there really a pirate bold enough to attack the Navy in broad daylight?

"It's true, Director! Their flag looks like the Panther Pirates'."

"Double Hammer Panther, with a thirty-million Beli bounty!"

Votery shot to his feet.

"Hurry to the Marine Base and request Vice Admiral Garp!!!"

"Director!"

Another messenger rushed in, panting. "It's not pirates—it's Lord Leon, who came last time!"

"Oh?"

Votery's eyes widened as he let out a long breath.

The first messenger shot Votery a questioning look, the meaning clear—Garp's disciple is attacking, so should we still go get Vice Admiral Garp?

"Idiot!"

"Reporting false intelligence—how did you even become a messenger?"

"Hurry up and come with me to welcome Lord Leon!"

Outside the shipyard, Leon dragged the pirate ship ashore and found the naval shipwrights lined up in neat ranks, looking like they were bracing for battle.

A drill?

Leon raised his right hand and waved.

"Busy, everyone?"

"No, no."

The naval shipwrights quickly waved one hand while hiding their weapons behind their backs with the other.

"Good. Can I cash in a pirate bounty here?"

At Leon's question, the shipwrights exchanged bewildered glances.

Cashing in a bounty at a shipyard?

And... aren't you a Marine...

"Of course! Whatever Lord Leon requests, we can fulfill."

Votery finally arrived on the scene, out of breath.

Leon remembered this balding director well and nodded. "Then I'll trouble you."

"But I don't know any Lord Leon..."

"My name is Jack Sparrow. I'm a pirate hunter."

Votery wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had no idea what Garp's disciple was playing at.

If you're hiding your Marine identity to claim a bounty, at least change out of your uniform first...

Though privately claiming bounties was an open secret in the Navy, doing it so blatantly was just too...

Votery was still silently griping about the young man's lack of decorum when Leon returned to the pirate ship and tossed Panther's head down.

The head hit the ground, drawing gasps from the crowd.

In recent months, Double Hammer Panther's infamy had spread across these waters, yet he'd died so easily...

Votery stared at Panther's unseeing eyes, his own heart pounding with shock.

As expected of Hero Garp's disciple—he really did wipe out the Panther Pirates all by himself.

It's only thirty million Beli, the shipyard can afford it. Spending this money to build a good relationship with this future big shot in the Navy might pay off—when he makes it big, he could even transfer me back to headquarters...

Thinking this, a glimmer of shrewdness seemed to flash across Votery's bald forehead.

"Leon... no... Lord Sparrow, please follow me."

The process for claiming a bounty was extremely complicated. First, the pirates' identities had to be verified, then reported to headquarters. After confirmation, headquarters would order the corresponding bounty warrants revoked, and only then could the reward be collected.

However, with Votery's help, Leon finished all the procedures quickly.

Thirty million Beli—even if it was all in cash, it made for a hefty bag.

Holding it in his hand, that heavy feeling put Leon in a great mood.

"Factory Manager Votery, I've found someone to help me repair the warship."

Huh?

Aren't you Jack Sparrow?

The moment the money's in hand, you don't even bother pretending anymore, do you?

Votery put on a look of surprise to match.

"Oh? Which shipwright has the skill to fix damage that severe?"

"Shipwright Tom from Scrap Island!"

"Oh, him... Tom really does have that ability..."

"What do you think, Votery? Want to send some people to learn from him?"

"Well..."

Votery's expression turned troubled.

"Lord Sparrow, you've just arrived, so you might not know. Tom's skills are good, but his identity..."

"In short, it's best for the Navy not to have any contact with him..."