"Who—who the hell did this!?"
"Boss, are you sure this isn't you?"
Several men in black jackets, with exquisite flintlocks hanging from their waists, were gathered around Marco, all staring at the photo in the newspaper.
"That style of dress, the long red hair, and that handsome face... Boss, you don't happen to have a twin, do you?"
"Why don't you write a letter to Baron Trochi and ask?"
"Piss off..."
Marco waved his hand impatiently. His expression was grim as he stared at the photo in the newspaper and its absurdly shocking headline.
'What kind of bastard would dare to impersonate me?'
'And they even killed the crew of the Black Pearl...'
'This is a frame-up! They're pinning it on me!'
For a moment, Marco's thoughts turned to certain members of the Nascimento Clan. 'Are they after the inheritance?'
'Fuck that. I wouldn't take that piece-of-shit clan even if they handed it to me on a platter!'
'Why even bother...'
'Hmm?'
