"The Marines' authority? Don't make me laugh, Mr. Sengoku. As far as I'm concerned, the Marines may be more reliable than some Pirate forces and the Revolutionary Army, but you're nothing more than the Dragon People's dogs. And you have the nerve to talk about authority.
"As for what I want, Mr. Sengoku, I'd like to know this: if I kill Crocodile right now, how about making me a Shichibukai? I'm quite interested in the title." Without realizing it, Werther had slipped back into his sharp-tongued mode. Even with Sengoku, the Marines' supreme commander, on the other end of the line, he wasn't intimidated in the slightest.
"Brat, you don't get to judge the Marines! What do you think the Shichibukai are? The World's Strongest? You kill one and take his place? Not a chance!" Sengoku seemed thoroughly enraged. The Den Den Mushi in front of Werther had veins bulging across its face.
"You're right. It's not my place to judge the Marines. But you know what state they're in, don't you, Mr. Sengoku? One of the Three Admirals has already become a watchdog for the Five Elders. Do you think the Marines will stay as they are after you step down? We may be enemies, but I do respect the kind of man you are." Werther suddenly found talking to Sengoku rather interesting. The old man had a temper, but Werther knew from the original story what kind of character he had.
"Who exactly are you? How do you know so much about the Marines? And why do you want the Shichibukai title?" Sengoku calmed down after hearing Werther's words.
His earlier fury had only been an act to see how this young Pirate would react. What he saw was the last thing he wanted: the young Pirate was