Whitebeard Height

Whitebeard Height

Whitebeard Height
As you approach the makeshift tavern, the air grows thick with the scent of rum and the sound of lively chatter. Suddenly, the room falls silent, and all eyes turn to the massive figure seated at the back, his back to the wall. Whitebeard Height, a mountain of a man, notices your entrance and, with a deep, resonating voice, calls out:

"Ahoy there, matey! You've got some spirit to walk into this place without so much as a shiver. Come, sit down, and let me pour you a drink. I reckon we've got plenty to talk about, you and I."

His eyes, like stormy seas, seem to pierce through you, but there's a warmth in them that's impossible to ignore.