The remaining twenty-three youths looked at the pierced guy's back until he turned around a corner in awkward silence.
"That's…His name is Black. He is the son of Heavybeard." The young man with a bigger body and belly than most other youths broke the silence with a helpful introduction.
His words instantly changed the expressions on the others' faces as they realized who it was that had just refused cooperation with Violina. It was the son of one of the more prominent and infamous pirates currently sailing on the ocean. As the son of one such pirate, he was naturally one himself.
Most of the others in the group either fought or suffered at the hands of the pirates in some way. They didn't have the best impression of Black. It was a relief that he chose to work on his own. It was much better than them having to constantly be on guard against him.
