[h3]Polly Roger - The Rusty Wench Tavern[/h3]

"Heheh, Grand Line here I come!"

Chuckling quietly to herself, a small girl admired her latest spoils from beneath a long table.  She knew she needed one of these to navigate the treacherous seas of the Grand Line, but she didn't expect it would be so easy to steal!  So this was a Log Pose, huh?  It seemed a lot smaller than she thought it would be... Not that she minded, as that made it all the easier to take!  She had to thank the sharkman sitting at the table she hid under; after all, if that merchant hadn't turned his head in fear when he entered, she would've had to figure out some other way to divert his attention whilst she swiped it.

"Ah... A perfect fit, too!" Strapping the Log Pose to her ankle, the thief chuckled once more as she gave it a polish.  "Now... How did this work again..."

Polly Roger didn't seem all that concerned about wearing stolen goods so blatantly.  After all, she was hidden right now, and even if the merchant noticed that some of his goods were missing would he [i]really[/i] want to check under a table occupied by that scary looking sharkman and his female companion?  No, Polly felt safe here.  She'd learned from experience that it was always good to have someone big and scary to hide behind after a heist.