Restaurant

Street vendors' cries rang out without end. Bathed in the glaring noon sunlight, Swain stood there quietly taking it all in.

He felt somewhat dazed. So all he had truly sought was nothing more than a peaceful life.

It was only when someone tugged at the corner of his clothes that he realized he had been standing there for quite a while.

"Sir?" the fish-man girl called softly.

She thought Swain was about to change his mind, and her expression grew somewhat nervous.

Swain nodded lightly, signaling for her to keep walking before patting his chest.

After walking for nearly ten minutes, he finally arrived at the restaurant she had recommended.

He looked somewhat surprised at the young fish-man girl before him. After trying so hard all the way here, it seemed not a single person had accepted her invitation.

"Racial prejudice is pretty severe," Swain murmured.

He thought of the fish-men sold at the Sabaody Archipelago. It had been this way for years.

High risk meant high returns, and people had even gone so far as to capture fish-men from Fish-Man Island.

Even though it was Whitebeard's territory, the temptation of money made it difficult for many people to stay away.

Watching the girl enthusiastically explain her restaurant's specialties, Swain suddenly had an idea.

If I support the fish-men and let them develop under me, sending the outside world a signal that we "accept all races," would more people come here willingly?

Swain immediately crossed out that idea. It would probably be difficult to accomplish, simply because he was a pirate!

As long as that connection existed, no matter how tempting the offer was, people would not flock to him. Only a few merchants crazed by profit would.

"Then I'll have grilled shrimp, salmon sashimi, salted fish soup, a