Fisher Tiger clutched the newspaper tightly, his brows deeply furrowed as he spoke in a low voice.
Barn was still wholly focused on the rum in his hands.
"Duang! (This is just a sound effect. I love Jackie Chan too much to ever mock him.)"
Fisher Tiger slammed his fist angrily into the table, tossing the newspaper aside. The force of his blow sent the rum on the table flying into the air.
Barn had just finished the rum in his glass. Without a flicker of concern, he reached out and caught the airborne jug.
He quietly poured himself another glass, took a sip, and said,
"You said it yourself just now..."
"Hmm?"
Fisher Tiger responded to Barn's words with a questioning grunt.
Barn took another small sip and said,
"You're a 'dead man' now. Your current identity is 'Tiger Hunt,' a member of my Mercenary Guild, FFF."
Barn spoke lightly, as though nothing had happened. He quietly set the jug of rum back on the table, then took another small sip.
"But!"
Fisher Tiger still couldn't wrap his head around it. As far as Jinbe knew, humans had driven him to his "death." He couldn't understand why Jinbe would become one of the Shichibukai and serve as a human lapdog.
"Jinbe probably did it for Queen Otohime and those slaves."
Barn set down his glass and folded his hands beneath his chin.
"Hmm?"
Unable to understand what Barn meant, Fisher Tiger voiced his confusion.
"The Navy grants certain privileges to pirates who accept an invitation to join the Shichibukai."
Barn raised one finger toward Fisher Tiger as he spoke.
"Privileges?"
Fisher Tiger looked at Barn's gesture and asked. He still desperately wanted to know why his close friend Jinbe had agreed to become one of the Shichibukai.
"The Navy