"So, there are very few people who believe in us?" Fatty was lazily sprawled on the sofa in the base office, chatting with Barbarossa.
Helen, sitting to the side, looked on with a headache at this guy who dared to spread himself out like a pancake even in front of a beautiful woman.
Just now, in the training ground, he stood tall and straight, admonishing all the pirates who had completed the training with the demeanor of an iron-blooded soldier, telling them that from today, they had been completely transformed and were now true warriors. He demanded that they stand tall and upright, becoming truly fearless pirates who roamed the seas.
But as soon as he entered the office, this Fatty threw himself onto the sofa, rolling around and sighing as if his body was about to fall apart. If the pirates saw this ugly posture of his, the reverence established on the training ground would probably collapse instantly.
