And this was the foundation on which every ambition depended.
The group soon entered the town. After wandering around for a while, they arrived at a dimly lit little bar.
It was plain to see that none of the patrons here were good people.
Every one of them had the unmistakable air of a pirate. They were kindred spirits.
"This is a little town where pirates gather, too."
Lafitte chuckled softly.
"Our target is right over there."
Doc Q pointed diagonally ahead of them at an elderly man sitting alone in a corner against the wall, drinking.
He wore a horned helmet, and a thick beard framed his lips. His face was expressionless, and he seemed out of place in his surroundings, as though he had yet to adjust to the world after escaping prison.
"Let's have a drink with him first. He is a veteran of the old days, after all."
Marshall D. Teach gave a couple of good-natured chuckles.
Sakazuki's expression was cold. He picked a table at random and sat quietly, watching the group put on their little performance.
Lafitte was the first to approach World, a glass in hand.
"Get lost!"
World looked up, his gaze vicious, and spat out the words coldly.
"Don't be so quick to turn us away, sir!"
"We grew up hearing about your fearsome reputation!"
Lafitte spoke with a smile.
World narrowed his eyes and glanced around at Marshall D. Teach and the others. "You've heard the legends about me?"
"Of course!"
"Zehahahaha! Who hasn't heard the great name of Byrnndi World, the World Destroyer?"
Marshall D. Teach put on a look of excitement and admiration.
"That name has been gone from the world for years!"
"How many of the people I once knew are still around?"
World's expression softened a