Bellamy was overjoyed that he had developed the First Gear - Springman form so smoothly.
This joy led him to play around in the bathroom by himself, completely oblivious to the fact that he was stark naked. By the time he realized it, the two women outside the door were already enthusiastically discussing his… size.
Were all the women in the pirate world this brazen?
Bellamy clicked his tongue and quickly got dressed. "Mia, cook me some good food."
"I need to replenish myself." After deactivating First Gear, his face had quickly turned pale. He had lost a lot of blood and exerted himself greatly; his body was struggling to keep up. He needed a big feast to recover.
"Understood, Captain."
As a cook and half a witch doctor, Mia was naturally well aware of Bellamy's current physical condition.
A welcoming feast for the new member had already been planned for tonight, and after Bellamy's request for extra dishes, the food on the table became even more abundant.
Since it was a rare gathering, Bellamy even called over Mani and Muret's younger brother.
"Everyone, eat and drink your fill."
The captain's speech concluded, and the feast began.
Two bottles of a famous North Blue plum wine were opened, and a refreshing aroma immediately filled the air.
"Good wine."
Smelling the fragrance of the wine, Bellamy's eyes lit up. He smiled and poured a cup for Muret's younger brother, then took a small sip himself.
"Kid, wine is a good thing. Have a taste."
This was just to help the boy relax a little. The Hyena's reputation was far too ferocious.
Just sitting next to him, this kid was practically suffocating.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that a fiercely protective older sister was watching from the side.
"Captain! What! Are! You! Doing!"
A roar like a tiger's nearly deafened Bellamy on the spot.
Damn, women are terrifying creatures.
Bellamy coughed sheepishly. "It's just plum wine; it won't get him drunk."
Muret glared at him and pulled her brother behind her. "No drinking, do you hear me?"
"Yes, sister." The kid was quite obedient, or perhaps it would be more accurate to call him meek.
Bellamy hadn't asked the kid's name, and he didn't care to know. He wasn't particularly interested.
His personality was too weak; Bellamy didn't like it.
Muret was protecting him too much, which wasn't a good thing.
"Muret, you can't protect him forever." Bellamy didn't say this out loud; now wasn't the time.
"Drink, drink, come on, everyone, let's have a toast."
Pushing the unpleasantness to the back of his mind, Bellamy laughed and clinked glasses with his companions.
After three rounds of drinks, everyone except the kid, and even Mani, was a little tipsy.
Just then, Bellamy suddenly looked at Drake, who was sitting in the furthest corner.
"Hey, Drake, you're not from Minion Island, are you?"
"I've never seen you in Neon Town." He'd known there was something off about Drake from the first time they met. But Bellamy had still chosen to take him in because he was genuinely talented.
"No, I'm from Swallow Island." Drake didn't know why Bellamy was suddenly asking this question, but his instincts told him he needed to handle it carefully.
"Swallow Island, huh."
Swallow Island was very close to Minion Island, only a three-day journey by boat.
"Drake, why did you want to become a pirate?" Bellamy casually tossed out another question.
Secretly, he was carefully observing Drake's expression, trying to discern some truth from it.
Drake lowered his head slightly, remaining silent for a long time.
Everyone seemed to sense the abnormality in Drake's demeanor and cast their gazes towards him.
The atmosphere at the dinner table became somewhat strange.
After a long while, he raised his head and replied, "It's because of my father."
"He used to be a Marine Rear Admiral."
Drake hadn't actually wanted to answer this question, but his father was quite famous in the North Blue.
Anyone who wanted to investigate could easily find out what had happened back then. In that case, he might as well just say it now.
This answer surprised almost everyone present, except for Bellamy.
"Then why did you become a pirate?" Ross asked the question on everyone's behalf.
It was obvious that Drake's expression was becoming increasingly strained.
"If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."
Bellamy stopped their questioning; now wasn't the time to force the issue.
Drake, his face grim, remained silent.
"Drake doesn't want to talk about it, so no one is to ask him about it again. Drink, drink." Bellamy seemed to be speaking on Drake's behalf, but he actually had a bigger scheme in mind.
This kid, Drake, was no ordinary person; there were too many things he could gain from him.
The most important, and the thing Bellamy coveted the most, was the Six Powers!
Drake most likely possessed this.
As for how to get the Six Powers from him, that required long-term planning.
In any case, he felt he had gained a lot from this meal.
Late at night.
After everyone had drunkenly stumbled back to their rooms, Drake suddenly sought out Bellamy.
"Captain, I apologize."
He bowed to Bellamy. "I chose to become a pirate because my father defected from the Marines and became a pirate."
"Because of this, I couldn't gain the trust of the Marines and had no choice but to become a pirate."
"I hope you won't hold my background against me."
He came to visit him alone late at night, secretly revealing this secret, was it to gain his trust?
He was trying to pull a fast one.
Bellamy narrowed his eyes and pretended to be very happy. "Good, good."
"Drake, follow me well from now on, and I won't mistreat you."
"I, Bellamy, am a somebody in Neon Town. You won't regret following me."
"Thank you, Captain."
After a passionate exchange, both sides felt very satisfied.