Ernier was a pirate captain.
He was cold and taciturn, ruthless and merciless; he murdered, plundered, and committed every evil imaginable.
On the Grand Line, the pirate ship under his command, the Flame, was an immensely renowned name, infamous throughout the first half of the Grand Line.
He had repeatedly attacked heavily defended strongholds, clashed head-on with the Marines at sea, and had even boldly assaulted a kingdom.
As a result, his bounty had reached 180 million.
Even on the Grand Line, that made him an exceptionally powerful force. A scar ran across his face, left by Golden Lion Shiki back when he had been in the New World.
Surviving at the hands of a pirate admiral was, in itself, proof of one's strength.
If he could live another ten years or so, then with his reputation and power, he might have earned himself a title like one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
Of course, given his personal hatred for the Marines, there was a good chance he would reject such a recruitment offer and scorn the other Seven Warlords of the Sea.
Now, he sat in a tavern with a glass of rum in hand.
The tavern was loud and boisterous. Countless pirates of all kinds crowded around him, shouting without restraint as they vented the fury and passion in their hearts.
It was not just here—the entire town was like this. It was filled with disorder, riots, desire, slaughter, and drunken stupors.
There was no such thing as law here. Fists were the only truth.
This was the Island of Sin, also known as Pirate Island. Here, money could buy anything you wanted—power, lives, beautiful women... provided you had enough strength to hold on to it.
Countless vicious pirates gathered here. They recruited sailors, built new