As Margaret made to grapple with the Fishman, he seemed unperturbed by the woman, keeping his hands at his sides as he glowered, Ivorio and Dara watching quietly. Clicking his tongue, Balto began, “What? We smuggle things. You thought it was just goods? Besides, you damn hypocrite human, you’ve done way worse to my people. Why do you think I’m not in the Grand Line?”

Stepping forwards, her expression tense, Dara began, “But...this is wrong! Marco wouldn’t approve-”

“Of you finding out,” Balto quickly interrupted. As Dara’s eyes widened in horror, he continued, “Plenty of slaves have been moved through Lebara. Just cause you didn’t know doesn’t mean squat. If you wanna quit, then quit, that’s none of my business. My job was just to get id of this bad cargo: a bunch of sick slaves is no good to anyone. The Marines can have them.” Mouth spreading into a toothy grin, he added, “And they can have you two as well. That’ll take care of your debt, all right.”

Without warning, Balto jabbed his hands into the wall of the cabin, the wood cracking under his grip. As it splintered and shattered, Balto flicked his hands inward, pelting Margaret with a couple pieces of wood before using the distraction to lunge forwards, mouth wide open as he tried to rip a chunk out of the woman.