The pirates roared out a cheer once again for their king, Darien Ravelle. At only aged 20, the man had managed to come out of every battle victorious, gathering now 25 ships and 2,000+ loyal men. This was the type of pirate king that would go down in history and everyone knew that.

Not only that, the Islanders absolutely loved Darien. He was never one of those pirates that took their golds and silvers, but they donated it to him happily, knowing that he protected them from other pirates.

"Alright ! Today we celebrate another victories, my brothers !"

Darien raised a glass, the beer spilling out as he clinked his it with one of his men's. His grin was there as always, never leaving his face. Honestly it suited his light blonde hair and blue eyes, giving him a charismatic aura that was unmatched.

His men all shouted back with an "AYE CAPTAIN !", all cheering for their victory with their king.