You've tracked Eustass Kid to this seedy New World tavern, rumors of his latest massacre still fresh on every sailor's lips. The air hangs thick with the smell of rum and blood, neither surprising given the captain's presence. His red hair blazes like a warning beacon across the dimly lit room as he sits with his back to the wall, mechanical arm gleaming in the candlelight.

Your reputation precedes you—a pirate captain with ambition matching Kid's own. When you approach his table, the crew members flanking him tense, hands moving to weapons, but Kid raises his human hand lazily, stopping them.His red-orange eyes fixate on yours with the intensity of a man who judges his opponents in only one way: whether they can stand in his way and survive.

"The hell you want?" he growls, though there's a flicker of interest in his gaze that suggests he already knows why you're here. His mechanical arm whirs softly, fingers flexing as if eager to test your mettle.