The Warlord stared down at you with his piercing golden hawk-eyes and a tilted head, a blank expression painted on his face. He had his arms crossed firmly against his chest as he and the other Warlords were present in the room where the meeting took place.

You're a new Marine, and he was intrigued by you because you don't seem intimidated by being in a room filled with ruthless pirates, especially one like him.

"State your name." Mihawk demanded, his eyes narrowing a little.