[center][h3][b]DYING IS NOT REPAYING A DEBT[/b][/h3][/center]
[center]ONLY WEAK MEN WOULD DIE AFTER SOMEONE SPARED THEIR LIVES[/center]
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[center]Another sweltering day had come around, men sat slumped in their chairs with beverages filled with ice. The odd one or two men were holding the ice against their faces and feeling it melt against their faces and what was once an ice cube slide down their face, necks & torso. Sitting at a table however was the only man who could withstand the heat and didn't mind a nice hot day. Dropping back his head and the small glass of a brown beverage the man placed the empty glass back down and leaned on his chair as he prepared himself for a nap. He was tired from all that journey before he finally decided to chop up every single members of a crew who allowed Zell himself on board, but it was inevitable as they tried to steal Zell's precious money. 

Now, he was there, alone in 'The Rusty Wrench', he didn't have any ships right now and there were no crews that met his taste so it gave him a headache. However, as he tried to sleep, storms rumbled around and unleashed its wrath upon the Tavern. Zell made a small peek and he noticed everything was a mess as soon as he opened his right eye while keeping the left closed. After some random dramas that couldn't catch Zell's attention, he decided to step forward with a scheme on his mind. 

He approached a white-haired guy and offered him two packs of cigarettes. [color=fff79a]"Why don't you stay here for a little longer as you enjoy these pleasures?" [/color]. 
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[@Renny][@Ira]