With a candy cigar between his lips and a lolly pop tucked behind his ear Freddie strolled into the Black Dog Tavern. He was dressed in his best jeans and white t-shirt, but as polished and perfect as his clothes seemed he was not a stranger to danger. Pulling the candy cigar from his lips he strolled into the Tavern the sounds of his boots walking along the wooden floor. A few people stopped to take a glance at the stranger whom just graved the room with his presents. “Take a picture loves, it will last longer.” He dropped the candy cigar into some random patrons butter beer as he stepped up to the two men speaking of sailing the seas. “I hear your looking for a crew?” Leaning over the table his eyes darted from Rad to Kit-Kat. “I hear someone knows something about the Chocolate Sailor? I love candy, I love chocolate.”<br/><br/>Snapping his fingers to the bar keep. “Two more butter beers. One for me and one for my mustache.” Said Freddie as his two fingers brushed over his stash looking to the keep. “Extra frosty” As he sat upon a chair he raised a finger. “Now I don't do physical labor, I don't wash decks and I don't cook.” As the keep brought him his buttered beers he took a swing of one and licked his lips. “Darn that is good.” With a smirk on his face he did speak a truth, “I was a rather brilliant boxer in school, so I am pretty amazing in a fight. I am never boring.”