No matter how the boy protested, the position of Dancer had already been decided. His main job was to sing and dance during interstellar travel for the Captain and First Mate to enjoy.
However, Captain Deathstroke had also promised him that, when the chance arose, he would take him around to familiarize him with the various jobs of the Marauders.
Yondu had still treated Peter quite well.
Deathstroke had heard from Peter that Yondu had never let the boy take part in combat. Whether it was a boarding action during space raids or a landing operation to seize hostages, he had never allowed the child to participate.
All he had needed to do was stay aboard the ship and polish everyone's boots, and he would receive his own share after the battle.
Even though Yondu often extorted his little savings, tricking him into buying drinks and the like, that blue-skinned man had ultimately never put Peter in danger. He had been a very qualified Captain.
But things were different with Su Ming. This new Captain was a professional Mercenary, and since he had an agreement with Jason, he would absolutely help Peter "grow" properly.
Even if he followed a warship around the universe, if he never joined a fight, he would only be a flower raised in a greenhouse. What could he possibly become?
"Since you're on my ship, I'll teach you something practical. When you have a ship of your own someday, it'll count as the capital you need to make a living." Su Ming spoke to the dancing Peter while smoking.
"You're not going to teach me how to dance, are you?" Peter rolled his eyes, but under the threat of the violent woman's giant hammer, he had no choice but to keep dancing.
"If you plan to