"What... is this?" Staring at the gold coin in his hand, the blue-haired man froze for a moment before suddenly snapping out of it and crying out, "Gold coin? This is a gold coin?"
The other three immediately let out similar exclamations, and the way they looked at Shanks changed.
Naturally, not in a good way. They looked at him as if he were an idiot. He had taken out a gold coin so casually—he was an unexpectedly fat sheep, and the kind with no concept of money.
In the distance, some pirates had heard the blue-haired man's cry and turned their attention over. A few of them had already gathered together, laughing as they discussed something.
On these seas, the common currency was the "Beli" recognized by the World Government, but that did not mean other things were worthless. Deep-sea pearls, antiques, and gold coins all had a decent market.
Antiques and gold coins in particular varied greatly in value depending on their age, the nation that had minted them, and their gold content.
Like this one. Though its exact age and origin were unknown, just the golden gleam it gave off under the sunlight showed that it was worth no small sum.
Most treasures found at sea also consisted largely of things like gold coins.
The blue-haired man hurriedly put away the coin and cautiously glanced around. The pirates who had noticed it looked hostile, but none rushed forward directly. Clearly, they were observing how things would develop.
With a slight gesture, the other three stepped forward and surrounded Shanks. They understood that on this island, they absolutely could not show weakness. Otherwise, other pirates would strip them down to their last pair of underwear.
"Kid, looks like you really are a newcomer. This little money isn't enough