Til Death, Do You Part

Santa Muerte. An early New World Summer Island. Probably one of the most dangerous islands due to the endless drugs and violence running rampant. Even the World Government gave up on policing this hellhole. A small island which was responsible for so much violence. Chateau heard that this island served as a prison for the undesirables. The Celestial Dragons poisoned the indigenous population and ordered the criminals of the early New World to serve their time here.

Chateau ordered the others to watch this ship. Stating that this little detour was only a pit stop for him to buy some of the famous Lady Death Beef Wraps. The Phantom Thief didn't want to mix the others up in this dangerous scheme. He'd grown to love them way too much. And so, Chateau traversed the small desert to a town not too far off of the docks. Covering his own body in a breathable cloak in hopes of hiding his visage. After his countless exploits, the ebony captain became an exploding star within the Grand Line. People wanted to hunt him in chase of infamy. Others looking to join him in his cause. The covered man made his way to a bar. From his time in Cairo, the town bar served as the information hub on islands like these.

''Squeak. Squeak.''

Each step caused the wooden boards behind him to creak. Alerting those around him that he was indeed a newcomer. Chateau ignored the stares and sat at the bar. His hood casting a shadow over his chocolate skin.

"Ey, we don allow mask 'ere." A man said from behind the bar as he approached Chateau. The man, from what Chateau could see, wasn't that big. He had a golden tooth and several moles littering his tan complexion. As much as Chateau wanted to keep the hood on, the laws of Xenia forbade disrespecting respectful guest. And so Chateau gently pulled his head off.

Silence.

Followed by an enormous rush of whispers. But the infamous captain paid no heed. Rather he focused on the man before him.

"Where can I find Crudo Estar?"