The Curly-Haired Islanders weren't very skilled.
The wooden statues they carved could only be said to look vaguely human. Telling who was who was another matter.
But there were many of them in the rather cramped room: a tall wooden statue with a crescent-shaped mustache, and a human figure with exceptionally long arms...
They'd been carefully arranged so that all their faces were turned toward the room's only guest table.
And then there was the dim, yellow lamplight.
Caught off guard, anyone might find the scene a little eerie.
"Gyahahaha..."
As if to set the mood, Buggy let out a few strange laughs.
Hawkins held his head in his hands.
Pirates were rather amusing.
For instance, if you put a knife in someone's hand and then offered them your neck, a pirate would still cut it off without hesitation.
"What do you want to do?"
Hawkins held the knife, which wasn't stained with even a drop of blood, and regained his composure.
He wasn't a bounty hunter. If he took this head to the Marines, they'd just take his head too and claim they'd killed two pirates in one go.
"Why... why so serious?"
The head in his hands wore a mocking grin.
Buggy didn't seem annoyed by what Hawkins had done. Instead, he continued in a very gentle tone.
"We're just playing a... a very interesting game."
"You should know why this dull world is so dull, shouldn't you?"
Hawkins said without expression, "Why?"
"Because... Gyahahahaha..." Buggy seemed unable to control himself, grinning wildly for a long while. "Of course, it's because you—or rather, pirates..."
"Are far too conservative!"
Conservative?
Pirates who did whatever they pleased were conservative?
Hawkins furrowed his brow, finding the idea absurd, but the expression on the madman's face told him that he truly believed