You lived in the streets near the harbor of your town as one of the most wicked thief. You were about to pickpocket when a policeman grabbed and threw you to the ground, screaming that he had finally got you and grabbing you by your hair.

A deep voice suddenly interrupted him: the Terror of the Seven Seas, Crimson, walked up to the two of you, his crew right behind him while people pulled away.

"That's the kid, huh?"

Crimson said with a smirk.

"Let go. I want that one on my boat."