There were a strange aura which hung over Nassau. A aura in which Robert could not explain. Indeed this was one of the largest port towns in the Caribbean. One that represented the true freedom for all pirate kind, but something was indeed not right on this day. Robert could tell, but again he could not name it. Even with that sense in his head. He had ordered his crew to sell off some of the extra cargo that they had accumulated through out their months at sea. Yet he had also advised them to be careful. As he knew they needed a good bit of rest, but at the same time. Their lives were in his hands, and he would not let this wretched place be their undoing.<br/><br/>"Captain?" Inquired Robert's first mate. "Yes John." Robert responded. "You seem off today. Is there something wrong?" Robert shook his head as he clasped his hands tight upon the railing of his ship. His eyes fell upon the town. "No, things are as they should be my friend. All as they should be." His first mate was not convinced. As he too had placed his hands upon the railing next to his captain. "Sir, we did not come here for just gold and cheap booze. Did we?" Robert smirked, and let out a soft chuckle. "No, I can not deny we did not." He hesitated for a moment, but then continued in his response. "There is a man here in port. That I must see about some business. Business that for now I must keep from the crew." He stopped, and turned his attention on his first mate. "It is after all a fair day for a merry little stroll along the beaten path. Would you not say so?" The first mate returned the glare. The bushy eyebrows above his eyes twisted, and formed a expression of disbelief that resonated across his face. "Aye, I guess that be a fact."<br/><br/>Later that day. The Captain had indeed made his way into town. The stench of alcohol permeated through out the province.He did note though. The  obscured eerie sensation in the air. That caused the even a hardened sailor like Robert to of made sure that both his pistols had been equipped within their respective holsters. "You lad! You have any spare coin for a lost soul!?" Called out a bigger whom smelled of foul rum and piss. "Indeed I do." Robert handed the made a few coins. "Aye! Bless you lad!" The man said as he placed the coins in his ragged pockets. Robert already guessed where those coins would go, but he had already be good and dammed. Might as well be a patron saint too of beggars too.<br/><br/>He continued to make his way through the town. He did not really know where he had to be. Just a rough concept of it he had guessed. "I told you for the last time woman! You are not welcome in my tavern. So take your whore self and go.." Gunfire interrupted the man's words. As he had been sent flying into the railing behind him, and tumbled to the ground dead. Robert watched this from a far. A hoot and a holler echoed out from the building in which that man had been shot from. "Is there anything else you wish to say to me mate!? Anything at all!?" Screamed a woman whom stepped out of the doorway of the tavern. Dual pistols clenched tightly in her hands. Robert smirked. Captain Anne Bonny. Notorious mistress of all things wretched, and unladylike. "You there!" She called out to Robert. "You just going to stand around, or are you going to buy my damn drinks!" His contact of all people...