Pirates: I Loaded the Game Panel

Men were strange sometimes.

Being called "Daddy" by a woman in her twenties could probably make a man so happy he couldn't sleep that night.

Granted, Charlotte Amande had an unusual physique. As a member of the Snake-Neck Tribe, she had an exceptionally long, pale neck that looked rather unsettling, but a throat that deep—

Ahem.

What Adrian meant was that although Miss Charlotte Amande wasn't human, apart from her unusually long neck and excessively pale skin, she was hardly different from an ordinary person.

She even had more human features than the mermaids on Fish-Man Island!

And Amande, still only in her twenties, was in the prime of her youth and beauty.

Wouldn't it be a pleasure to have a woman like her call him Daddy?

Just then, Amande's expression turned cold. She looked at Adrian as though he were already dead.

"White Ghost, Mother's 'need' for you does not give you leave to act as you please in front of me!"

Cracker raised his Famous Sword, Pretzel, as well. A savage grin spread across the imposing face of his Biscuit Soldier.

"Stop wasting words on him, Sister Amande! All Mother wants is White Ghost and that handsome face of his. We can just drag him back to Totto Land!"

Adrian sighed and tried to steer the conversation back on track.

"Miss Amande, I can understand Mr. Cracker, but do you really not want to call me Daddy?"

Amande said no more. She silently gripped the fish-scale hilt of the Famous Sword White Fish at her waist and drew it with a ring. With a slight turn of her wrist, she held its slender blade horizontally in the air and sent a slow, sweeping slash forward, murmuring,

"Slow Waltz."

As if he had seen it coming, Adrian scooped up