Linda
Evening hour. Birds have silenced themselves at once, for people have now flocked towards their own homes after a long day's work. Small crowds would gather in the middle of the street, pushing one another. Some went with their day's results back to their families, while others chose to spend the night in a different way.

One place stood different from all around itself. It was a relatively large building, standing with only a single floor, lights shining through windows with a bright yellow colour. It was a tavern. It had a sign above its main doors, which said:

# PLACE]
# & Peace for all!

Despite the looks and smell of sour beer, many come to this place for all kinds of business: from trading and common talks, to gossips about hidden truths and illegal matters against the vast city.

Inside would be nothing but a barman's table, a row of drinks behind him, and many tables he would face constantly with angry eyes. Today the place was empty, almost empty...

Aside from a few lone drunkards, there stood a table with 7 men. 6 lonesome works of questionable business faced a man with leather and cloth for his skin. Half of his face was tucked under his leather jacket and the other half would show no emotion. His hands, as his posture, were calm, lying on his lap despite two swords hanging to the left of his hip.

There was a distressful silence between everyone. Some would move their eyes off of the pirate to look at the only item on the table: a single envelope packed with something. Wyat kept his eyes on those men for a while before raising his hand. Everyone suddenly tucked their hands under their clothing and behind their backs, with wild eyes and clenching teeth.

**"I vote... For the deed."**

Wyat spoke out in a monotone voice. The leather glove grasped the envelope on the table, and in a quick manner it would disappear under his jacket. He stood up, patted against his pants and put on his hat that was hanging on the chair. While doing so, there was a sudden relief in everyone's eyes, with a few smiling and laughing, as if happy for what the man has done.

Soon, Mr. Allington was suiting himself at the barman's counter, holding a glass of unknown liquid while being surrounded with just a few loners and lost souls.
Kenneth
The swordsman was walking in Kazumaki in his usual disguise of an eye patch and scarf covering half of his face, blending in almost perfectly among the crowds that covered some of the street. Either way, there were plenty of strange ones in Kazumaki, it was only assured that he would not be questioned. Kaito was searching endlessly for people that belonged to his old crew, but seeing how it worked out in a previous encounter - even just recruiting someone was enough for him.

As the day was going to an end, so did any success of the swordsman finding anyone from the old members or new recruits. Not to mention that he had also lost his "Prized" Captain, whom he had never liked either way. 

Stuck in thought about what to do regarding his pirate crew, it was then when a sign belonging to a building came into his sight. Oddly enough, it had a certain charm to it, not to mention the exhaustion of walking all day around Kazumaki and interrogating as many people as he could - which obviously lead him nowhere, he decided to call it a day and get something to drink, even if it was unusual for him to drink, let alone at a bar.

Kaito proceeded through the doors and as he entered he was met with menacing silence, not even a bard to ease the tension with melodies. While he was looked at by some disturbed eyes, the swordsman himself examined the patrons of the bar until one peculiar individual caught his eye wearing a tricorne hat and dressed in a navy-esque uniform. 
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He slowly walked over to the counter, where the man was sitting as well, with an expressionless face as always - just staring off beyond the shelf of alcohol drinks.

**"Say, would you happen to be a seafarer by any chance?"**
Linda
Eyes would look into the distance, for a second wandering off as if in the middle of a thought. His gaze then moved toward the bartender, later uttering in a simplistic manner:

**"The usual. No spice added."**

While the nameless behind the table would prepare a drink, taking his time, Wyat would slowly tilt his head towards Kaito. The posture straightened out and hands were now parallel to one another, resting. He was taking his time for some reason, perhaps as a habit or not. Finally, he spoke out. The voice sounded slightly more uplifting than the tone seconds before, perhaps spoken to an acquaintance rather than a server.

**"I didn't know we had child soldiers roaming here. Thought it's bedtime already."**
Kenneth
**"I didn't know that deadbeat sailors were this common in Kazumaki. Guess the navy is running out of people to arrest when they preach this "Reformist" Pirate bullshit."**

Kaito pulled off his eyepatch and snatched the scarf off himself, throwing them to a nearby chair. It was getting quite tiring for the swordsman to wear the half-effort "Disguise" That he had, preferring to risk it all in a need of adrenaline for himself, if even anybody recognized him after all this time. It was then when he directly looked at the man, with his full face - not worried if he would recognize him, since he regarding him weaker than himself.

**"Kazumaki has us working these good guy jobs and expect pirates to be some gentlemen. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. I want some real pirates, y'know? I want those shiny dabloons or whatever they call em'."**

The man was quite expressive when he was describing his opinion on pirates, pointing his arms all around in a passionate gist. It was upon the realization that he was really getting eyed by some other patrons that made him calm down with his own quick actions, letting one arm rest on the counter and another on his leg while facing the man. Kaito had more of a cheerful expression now, with a more aggressive smile.

**"I can already tell you aren't the sailorman type, otherwise you wouldn't be here. What do YOU think pirates should be?"**
Linda
The pirate in question kept his ear up, but his lips would not move until Kaito had already finished his speech of passion and possible glory. By the time a question arrived, a drink had already been placed between Wyat's hands. He looked at the glass. Orange liquid, shining under the place's light was of more interest. The left hand grabbed the drink, while the right lowered the jacket's leather collar that hid the man's face. He faced away from the younger one, sipping the goodness out of the glass.

Now, the glass was half-empty. With no answer after a few good seconds, one may be tempted to speak out. That's when the masked sailor answered while putting the face cover back on.

**"The more one speaks, the more is wanted but not achieved. You, sonny, talk too much for someone who has something of value."**

The question was declined with a simple fact. He knew a young pirate like him, seemingly lacking self-control in a public place, had a lot on his shoulders, at least in the past. The glass suddenly moved away from him. The leather on his body would loudly crack and stretch as he slowly put one of his hands closer to Kaito, still resting it on the table. His torso and head were now closer to facing him, but not directly, with only eyes making striking contact.

**"You have spoken loudly enough. God is to be the witness - you will leave this place being prey to others. State your intentions while you still can."**
Kenneth
Kaito, upon hearing the words of the man beside him, let out a genuine laugh that sounded out all through out the bar, even tearing up a bit. Although, as he wiped his tears of laughter and let out a small sigh, he looked at the man with a slightly more serious look, then slapping his shoulder with all his strength in an effort to imitate a pat on the back.

**"You are pretty humorous, I'll give you that, though you gotta work on your poetry - it doesn't really make sense in my situation."**

The swordsman withdrew his hand from the back of the man, slowly standing up from his place by the counter of the bar and stepping just once with his back turned on Wyat. Kaito, with a smooth motion, turned towards the man whilst in the same time unsheathing his sword - now with his whole body facing him and sword equipped, he was casually holding the blade without any stance and his other hand rested on his other blade sheathe.

While it was pretty unnoticeable, a dimly glowing, crimson light started forming around Kaito until it completely surrounded him in the shape of armor, the theme of it resembling a dragon.

**"I was wondering if you were interested in joining a little pirate crew I'm in, but looks like I'm going to have to prove it to you that the only prey here is everyone in this building, except me, and you maybe."**
Linda
Inhale. Exhale. Wyat saw through the facade of bloodlust and supposed great strength. The grip on his shoulder felt strong, but also intentional, for there was no need for excessive force. The sailor sat still, looking at the table he was leaning against, listening to each word. Speculations were raised - and decisions were made.

The moment the juvenile stood up and moved his palm over the sword's handle, Allington turned himself on the chair, now facing with a wide sitting posture. One hand relaxed on the table, one hanging off the chair, eyes scanning through each motion.

**"Leave it!"**

Kaito could barely finish the last sentence before being loudly interrupted. The voice did not show any fear, but rather authority and some form of confidence. Now, the silence was filled with stretching leather over the glass of his bright drink. The man behind the bar table stood there patiently, looking at Wyat.

**"Lead people outside for five minutes, I will compensate later."**

While those around the two were in the middle of their shock and the bartender had to deal with passed-out men in the corner, the liquid was easing Wyat's throat. His arms were now hanging on his legs and his eyes were as empty as the glass on the table, looking as if through Kaito's body.
Kenneth
The swordsman slowly sheathed his swords back into place whilst staring down the sailor, his expression turning to a more relaxed one as the magic around him also dissipated into the air. Giving out a big sigh of disappointment as he sat on the counter of the bar not too far from the man, now staring off into the walls that were in-front of him. 

**"You're one interesting man, but you still haven't responded to my offer."**

Kaito gave him a slight smile as he said it, before completely turning to him still on the counter with his legs crossed in between and then leaning in slightly, to the point, where his elbows could rest on the side of his knees. The swordsman just stared at him, awaiting the sailor's answer, but deep down he knew that this man would likely accept - as it is rare to receive such offers that promise much splendour and glory.

**"You see... My... Or rather - our crew has been looking for a captain to lead the fray of our little pirate crew. Obviously, you can probably tell what kind of pirate crew from my philosophy."**
Linda
His hand moved downwards, unbuttoning the lower part of his navy coat. Then, the other hand ungloved the first one, revealing fully tattooed skin of purple colors, shaped in various forms: from rings over knuckles and a "Breaking wheel" On the back of the hand, till peculiar rough lines on the palm with lines of strange text between each finger. The hand first lifted up a lower part of the coat, revealing nothing but a pocket of his trousers. The fingers slipped inside, shuffling through for something.

**"One. The captain's final word is the decision of the majority. You are with me as I am with you. One slacker against the plan - and we all go down. Consequences speak for themselves."**

Soon enough a small sack was picked out of the pocket. It contained something solid, a few small things at least, with a poor knot at the top. The eyes of the masked man focused on the knot as it was now untied. The ungloved hand went inside. As it did, the man continued:

**"Two. I, the captain, get strictly 30 hundredths of all that is rewarded. That is non-negotiable. I provide the most when I am paid accordingly. Hiding what is earned is considered theft among the crew members. Amputation is the punishment."**

After those words a small diamond appeared out of the sack between the ring and middle finger, barely shining in its roughness. The hand placed it on the bartender's table while the one was still busy with drunkards. The tattooed skin didn't let go of the diamond before one final word.

**"Three. There is no such thing as 'blood money'. Only hurt people when necessary, and only kill people if it's the last resort. Mothers and children are out of the question. The punishment will be as inhuman as one acts."**

Now the man sat there, suddenly covered in leather again and looking with dead eyes at Kaito as if nothing was spoken. He was waiting for his one final decision, for there was nothing else to say.
Kenneth
Kaito slightly leaned in to look at the sailors tattoo's, the face that of amazement as he had always idolized true pirates, but he pulled back and returned to his normal face to not completely look like a child. Suddenly, the swordsman just stood up right on the counter and let his foot hover over the edge, before plunging downwards and landing on the ground and pacing around the bar, whilst looking downwards - trying to think or at least trying to act like he is thinking about what the sailor was offering him. However, in reality, he was just thinking of how many people he'd get to loot and plunder when they finally have a captain to steer the ship. It was a refreshing thought for him to know that soon the crew would be together again.

**"Sure, sure. Anything you want, cap. Although, good luck trying to convince the other crew."**

The swordsman slowly walked out of the bar as the night was slowly setting in and he knew that his chances of being recognized were now pulled down to zero, and as he reached the exit, he stopped right by it and looked back to his new friend and assumed captain. Kaito's expression was a mix of seriousness and joy, showing just how his determination was evident. 

**"Speaking of the crew, you gotta go and meet them yourself. I'm probably the most normal one there, but you'll fit right in, probably."**
Linda
With nothing else said the boots hit the ground as eyes of confidence and no doubt would get closer towards Kaito. One hand would land itself on swords while the other swept through the jacket and trousers, checking for every belonging.

**"Then let's not make them wait. The sooner, the better."**