[Center][h1][Color=Gold]G O L D E N  F L E E C E  P I R A T E S[/color][/H1]

[h3]Sancho F. Graham
[i]Kingslayer[/i][/h3]

Loguetown, East Blue.[/center]

Walking out from the store, donning a brand-spanking new leather coat, one in brown with gold accents. It was a very nice coat, and it would make an apt replacement for the battle-worn coat Sancho had worn for the last few weeks. Since he had been spotted in the East Blue a few months back, there's been quite a few people who have come for him, as such, battle has been hard to avoid. Not that he really minded, nor did his crew, both of his crewmates were always up for a little bit of fighting. The Fishwoman a little bit more so than the gunslinger or Sancho himself, though.

Speaking of the two, they would most likely be found in a bar, drinking to their hearts content. Sancho's fingers ran through his hair, the long shining hair was tossed out of his face, but it was sure to return over his face in a few moments. He walked along the city streets, this was a hub city, the last outpost before the Grandline here in the East Blue. Once upon a time, the East Blue had been the weakest one, but ever since a young boy who was born here became the King Of Pirates, in fact, both of the King Of Pirates had been born here, if legends are to be believed. As such, this had become a Mecca for pilgriming pirates who aspire to take to the Grandline in the footsteps of the two greatest pirates to have ever lived.


Of course, such gestures of grandeur wasn't in Sancho's wheelhouse. Oh no, he wasn't here to get famous. He had a job to do, and incidentally, the amount of powerful people who hanged around the East Blue made it possible for him to make some very powerful allies - his crewmates, for instance. Both as powerful as him, and then some. 

Certainly not one to trust, not since what happened back home, anyway. But he knew if he wanted to make his dream come true, he couldn't do it alone, and he needed allies. His thoughts died down as he approached the tavern, pushing the door handle he opened the door. Him and his two allies had been staying at the Silver Hook Tavern for the last few days, giving themselves enough time to recuperate and relax a bit, while also looking for a log pose. . Something Sancho sure wished he had taken with him when he left his home in the Grandline.

Walking over to the table his crew had made their own, it was empty. Sancho sat down and the bar maiden walked past, Sancho nodded and she would soon return with a glass of beer for the young man. He would await his friends, and then figure out their next course of action. This was the last outpost for pirates - somebody's gotta sell a damn log pose.