When Werther first met Drake, it was at a secret Marine base.
That was where Werther fought Aokiji and later kidnapped Anita.
"Sheepshead, I understand what you mean. This time, let Drake act alongside the Gifters. If he performs well, I'll recommend him to Queen."
As Sheepshead's boss, Jack naturally had a say in the matter.
Kaido, meanwhile, kept staring at Drake until Drake began to feel uneasy.
"You brat... I remember now. You're the one who attacked my weapons base. You've been under my command for about a year, haven't you?"
It turned out Kaido had been staring because he had nearly forgotten who Drake was.
"Yes, Lord Kaido. It's been a year since I joined."
Werther set down his drink. Drake's name sounded familiar, but he was too drunk to place it at first.
Lightning coursed through his body, and his head soon cleared a little.
"Drake. I think we met once before. That was back in Paradise, wasn't it?"
Paradise was the name for the first half of the Grand Line.
Compared with the New World, the first half of the Grand Line truly was paradise, whether in the average strength of its pirate crews or the severity of its climate.
Drake lowered his head, bitterness rising within him. He and Werther had set sail in the same era, yet Werther now stood as an equal to Kaido and Jack, while he was only a captain in the Beasts Pirates.
No outsider could understand how bitter that felt.
What Drake did not know was that Werther had carved out his place beside Kaido with the sword in his hand. He had survived countless brushes with death to reach this point.
Compared with Werther's voyage, those of Drake and the other Supernovas had been smooth sailing.
"Yes."
Drake