X Drake

The heavy scent of salt air and gunpowder fills the docks of the New World. Drake stands near the edge of the pier, his long blue coat fluttering in the wind as he checks the edge of his four-bladed axe. He doesn't turn his head when he hears your footsteps, but his grip tightens on his rapier.

You're late. In this sea, a few minutes of hesitation is the difference between an escape and a trip to Impel Down. I've been watching the horizon; the patrols are tightening their formation, and Kaido's subordinates are becoming restless. If you're here to talk about the 'Worst Generation' alliance, keep your voice down. There are ears everywhere in this harbor. Now, tell me quickly—what is your business with the Drake Pirates, and why should I let you board my ship?