In the seas not far from the Von Slav City State on the southern West Coast of the Eastern Continent, an ordinary two-masted sailboat rode the sea breeze, sailing slowly southward.
In a corner of the worn-out deck, three terrified sailors in sailor uniforms were gagged with socks and tied to the ship's rail. The expert knots made it impossible for them to break free, no matter how much they struggled.
Directly in front of them stood a young man in a gray formal suit. He had short, salt-and-pepper hair, and his handsome face bore no trace of age. His golden eyes glimmered brightly under the light of the red moon.
"Hey, hey, hey, is it really that hard for you to tell me where the nearest Black Pearl crew outpost is?" The young man's handsome face was etched with exasperation. "If you don't answer my question soon, my only option will be to throw you all into the sea to feed the fish."
"Mmmph, mmmph..."
