Fitch had listened to Louis' conversation with the man at the dock. It seemed their ship would be searched. That was fine, there was nothing on board that was questionable... unless they took his rum. He followed Rarden off of the gangplank, clutching his bottle tightly at his side. Louis had suggested they go find some food. The red-headed young man felt a rumble deep within his gut at the mention of food. They'd been just getting by, and a full meal sounded wonderful. He stood behind Rarden, a bright smile crossing his face. "Aye, aye Captain Caesar!" He adjusted his scarf and gave Edwin a nod and a grin before following his friends towards the town.