â - Sea legs were nothing but vines to the French captain, for the moment he stepped on land, there was that brief moment of depression and remembrance of what he tried to leave behind. He would instantly miss the call of sirens and soft waving of the sea, rocking gently back and forth into the soothing curiosities of what lie ahead.Â
The captain, known as âAtlantisâ, was a simple lone pirate - for any he had beckoned with him were educated in the act of thievery for more precious documents that the government would have to get on their knees to beg for back - at a price of course.Â
He was a pirate whom traveled in search of education - not too much of a pirate from the description - yet he had stolen his fair bit of things to properly decorate the insides of his ship - the SS Susan.Â
As innocent as stories the sails whispered, Atlantisâ ship was stained with sirenâs and sea creatureâs blood alike - it nearly held him together in what he did - beside doing lighter, odd jobs such as shipping contraband - for he pulled off a normal citizen or a lord in a suit fantastically.Â
No matter, everyone ran low on supplies after a while - and a quick docking in a rather popular area seemed to grasp his attention - for he would be easily hidden among the crowd - ignoring his height of 6â˛4âł, of course.Â
A singular swish of boots and clothing quietly pointed his arrival to few, for he had to jump off of his ship onto the deck. He began a walk with a steady, and rather slow pace, allowing him to observe the area and take in as much information as possible. He was likely the only one who smelled decent - of vanilla and ocean waves - for his hair was tied up into a bun, his beard existing as nothing but stubble. Seems he kept himself in rather good shape for what he did.Â
As he approached the midst of the docks where the commotion was about, a certain bar tender caught his eye - well - he assumed they were a bar tender because of their attire, which was not exactly similar to the pirate captainsâ that seemed to be crowding around him. Rather, he took his chances and gently took the stranger by the shoulders, spinning them to face him.Â
âPardon, monsieur, do you know where ze bar is?â His French accident was not exactly heavy, but it was surely there.Â
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