Revolving Doors [Aven; Closed]

The Pirate couldn't help himself, not when there was an island he hadn't explored. This was actually only his second time in West Blue, meaning he was quite unfamiliar with this part of the world altogether. To think that he would end up in a lively town such as this actually shocked him. Maybe he should had invested in a decent navigator or maybe had a decent map or something. Damn, but if he did he probably wouldn't have stumbled on this place if he wasn't forced to ride around with this fisherman and his crew. Either way, they stopped for supplies and Dmitri had been granted an opportunity to enjoy their time while in port. Perhaps another opportunity would present himself so he could leave the company of those fisherman and gain transportation of his own. Now that he was thinking of it, in a town this big there had to be treasure somewhere that needed to be stolen.

Adjusting his eye patch as he walked, the confident young pirate strolled through the stony roads of the town as he enjoyed the sights. It was a beautiful town that had palm trees growing all throughout it and a various streams of fresh water running through it. All in all, it was a great place to observe and stop. There were other pirates about, watching the curious blond walk about as if he were treading into their town. Dmitri could care less about the other pirates, they weren't important. If they really felt threatened by him then they were welcome to try him on for size.

Right hand resting on the butt of the hilt of Masamune, he continued to walk on until finding himself in a water hole of sorts. A rundown, little dive bar in the center of town would be the least obvious place for a bustling business such as what he found inside. Sitting at a bar stool, he would place his index finger up as he motioned for the bartender. Nearly instantly, a glass mug of foaming root beer would slide in front of him before he took a hearty gulp of the liquid. Not too bad.