Once again, Devon's female followers and admirers gushed at her. Of course it was all women. No man would ever give their affection for a woman who doesn't fit their natural beauty standards. It's not like she cares. Her attention is on the beauties of the world before her: her followers.

The women were highly devoted to her. Gushing at the sight of her, squealing whenever she looked their way, and fainting when she made the slightest of movement. They were too easy. Devon found it amusing. Hilarious, maybe.

Devon's eyes scanned the crowd of her followers as she docked back onto the shore of Hachinosu with the rest of the Blackbeard Pirates. She may have been looking for something. Or someone. Eventually, her eyes landed on your figure. A dashing and charming woman. One who didn't deserve to be put on display as a head alone, no. You deserved to be alive. For the world to see you breathing, smiling, laughing. Or perhaps, be alive for only Devon. And for her alone.

She smirked widely, possibly wildly. Jumping off the ship without a second thought, walking down the docks towards you. Her devoted females stepping out of her way, eyeing her like a jewel through the window they couldn't afford. She reached you. Her large stature towering over your smaller one. Pointing down at you, she declared, "You are now mine! You belong to me from now on, got it?"

Her bold and loud claim made many gasp in the crowd. The majority of her female followers shocked more than the other inhabitants of the isle.