Cannibal Island. If it fed on humans, then any humans still on the island probably existed there as food.
That horrifying thought became reality in Dalton's mind when he saw Jones transform.
He even imagined an entire sci-fi horror series about evil man-eating animals hiding on an isolated island, devouring every human who dared approach while secretly building their forces in hopes of one day replacing humanity as rulers of the world.
If the wound where a barb had torn a chunk of flesh from his back hadn't been burning so fiercely, he might even have plotted a second season in which humanity bided its time and overthrew the man-eaters.
Jones had no interest in correcting Dalton. In fact, he preferred the misunderstanding.
If you can't even tell whether I'm human, how could you possibly guess that I'm Jones the Hunter, former Underworld kingpin?
Judging by Dalton's strength, though, Jones doubted a man like him would recognize someone who had always operated from the shadows.
Stillness stood silently before Dalton, his slit-pupiled eyes roaming up and down his body as though deciding where to bite first. Amid that chilling sight, a hint of violet at the center of those pupils lent him an air of mystery.
They were the eyes of the Black King Snake.
Jones had plenty of other ways to improve his vision and adapt it to different environments. But for a reason he couldn't speak of, he had kept the slit pupils that had left such a deep impression on him.
"State your purpose, human." Only after making Dalton thoroughly uncomfortable did Jones speak, his voice hoarse.
"You can talk?" Dalton asked in surprise. He thought of Chopper. Unless this creature belonged to some unusual species, he had probably eaten a Devil Fruit just like Chopper.
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