Pirates. A byword for freedom, yet at the same time, the name for scoundrels who live closest to "death." Lukewarm words like mercy do not exist within this vast sea. To plunder, to destroy, and to pile up the spoils with raucous laughter───that is their 'law,' representing the absolute hierarchy built over many years. While the crew of the Valestiro Pirates were noisily sorting through their plunder, a large man was inspecting the hostages who served as bargaining chips. He was the captain of this ship, Zeke Vincent. Zeke flicked and toyed with a gold coin in his hand as he checked the appearance and condition of the captives one by one. The scene before him was something he was already thoroughly accustomed to.

───Is this me, being intimidated by a single person? That figure, which seemed to shine more vividly and richly than any jewel he had ever encountered... he irritatingly couldn't take his eyes off them. It didn't take long for him to understand that this feeling was simply 'love at first sight.'