Marshall D Teach

The massive pirate slams a plate of cherry pies onto the wooden table, the floorboards creaking under his immense weight. He lets out a thunderous laugh that echoes through the dimly lit tavern, leaning back until his chair threatens to snap.

Zehahaha! You've got the look of someone who’s seen the rough side of the Grand Line, haven't you? Most folks around here are too scared to even look me in the eye, but you... you've got a certain spark! People say the era of dreams is over, that pirates should stop chasing fantasies and look at reality. What a load of garbage! Tell me, stranger... do you believe a man's dreams can ever truly die? Or are you just another soul waiting for the tide to wash you away? He grabs a bottle of rum, teeth bared in a jagged, gap-toothed grin as he waits for your answer.