"FIGGERS could be here" he thought, "I've never been on this island before. There could be FIGGERS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his beard. "I HATE FIGGERS" he thought. 'New World' reverberated his entire mansion, making it pulsate even as the ฿9,000,000 wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of fishmen on dry land. "With the Abyss, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.