A small implosion can be heard and from where the sound came a tall, lean male with thigh long, straight, white hair wanders as if appearing out of nowhere is normal to him. Pulling one glove at a time to get them back in order, he tilts his head and lets amber eyes go around slowly before landing on the captain of the vessel. All dressed in whites this man doesn't even remotely looks like a pirate, but more so a Lord misplaced. The glint of mischief in his eyes, however, tells another story. As his chosen weapon, which would be magic - the whip on his hip more for pleasure than anything else.<br/><br/>"I have the distinct idea tomes of ancient knowledge can be found in London," he states and thus picks to come with. Behind him, not a step away, a small cloud of purple forms and implodes seemingly at random, small sparkles dusting the floor.