Along the side of the road small time traders sold their wears, some had makeshift stalls some sat on threadbare rags. The array of things for sale was staggering, jewels, weapons, curses, the thousand ill gotten gains of a hundred different pirate ships from all over the Spanish main piled along a street and sold for whatever price the seller thought they could get. Around some stalls large men with cudgels and watchful eyes stood guard. The crowd thronged along the street, the shouts of sellers trying to be heard and the viscous haggling as men fought for every penny filled the air.

Ahead a commotion broke out as a man grabbed at a stall and then flew off baggy pants trailing in the wind as the stalls guards made after him shouting for help from the crowd, what help they thought they'd get in Tortuga Cris couldn't say though in the confusion wrought by the spectacle he did manage to sidle up beside the stall and pocket two expensive looking rings. If no one was buying Tobacco he was going to have a hard time paying his crew, he whistled a jaunty tune as he strolled away down the street.