Walking back to the bar and taking a long drink of his rum Smoker chuckled softly. "Likewise to you in the marines. My nickname is the White Hunter here but they call me a wild hound every so often because supposedly I'm so uncontrollable." It was an insult and Smoker could still hear Crocodile's dry cracking laugh when he'd had Smoker caught in the prison meant for the Straw-Hat crew and had called him just that as well, but Smoker liked it. It fit him and he hated the idea that his bosses who didn't understand true justice could control him.