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[color=lightsteelblue][h2]⊰ Dan 'Zam-bam Makerman' Gritt ⊱[/h2]

✓ Location; [b]The Valiant Angler[/b]
✓ Current goal; [b]becoming a stowaway on the Argo[/b]
✓ Involved characters; 
[indent][b]Samehana[/b] - [@RyoryoryoKen]
[b]Freyja[/b] - [@Pacifista][/indent]


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Dan Gritt, man on a mission, man with a goal, man with a sparkle in his eyes.. man with... [i]a hungering pang in his stomach.[/i] Dan had been in the tavern for a few days now, waiting for a new ship to pass by that he could hitch a ride on. He was sitting near the bar, observing the area, but knowing in his head that he wasn't going to see anything interesting. Most people in the tavern, he'd seen them a few times now, and none of them were pirates or marines that could give him a ride. [i]A ride without realizing it.[/i] 

His hand fluttered towards the nearby cup of tea, grabbing it tightly and raising it to his mouth while his other hand rested on his face. What a boring place this was. Just when he was about to give up and go to the docks to check for some new arrivals, he heard the door creak open. Turning around, he noticed two women entering the tavern. Both of them were barely covered. [i]Does nobody know modesty anymore?[/i] While most men would've been hounded to see these two fine specimens entering the tavern, Dan only seemed to care for the fact that they were obviously not just normal people. Did they arrive by boat? Were they his ride out of here? 

A single drop of sweat appeared near his temple, slowly budging it's way down his face, as he realized the severeness of the task, but also the impending difficulties he'd have in fitting in with this crew. They looked.. [i]dangerous.[/i] He got up, and walked closer to a window, pretending to be looking out of it. From the corner of his eyes, he looked around the tavern, taking extreme notice of the window covers, the single drop of sweat having multiplied into two now, and dripping down even further. Looking down slightly, he swallowed whatever spit he could muster in his mouth, his mouth going dry with anxiety.

[color=lightsteelblue][i]“Only one shot.. I got one shot.”[/i][/color] the man mumbled to himself, out of earshot of most people. He looked to the side, and rapidly spun around on his feet, grabbing the white window cover in the process. In one single movement he rapidly twirled it around his waist and tied it down, showcasing his art of being mundane and non-assuming. Now that his makeshift apron was tied down, he quickly glanced around the tavern to see if anyone had spotted them, but it seemed like everyone had been preoccupied staring at the shark-lady's bossom and her friend's bossom. 

His disguise as a waiter was now in place. Mission goal 1; blend in, success. He glanced at the shark lady and her friend, and made a note of the woman that was serving them. [i]This would be easiest if I could.. get closer and discover where their boat is.[/i] He turned around and walked into the kitchen, marching past the bartender as if he belonged here. Nobody seemed to give enough of a damn. He walked right in there, and grabbed a random plate that had a big, juicy piece of meat on it. Would anyone mind if this went missing?

Probably, yes. 

Did Dan care?

Not really, no.

He held the plate up high like he'd seen some of the other waiters do, and walked out again, going to the table that the waitress was currently 'serving'. It seemed like she was fulfilling some kind of fangirl function rather than that of a waitress, but Dan was about to set her straight. [color=lightsteelblue][i]“Excuse me,”[/i][/color] he mumbled when he approached, stepping towards Tabitha, and forcing her to step aside. He looked her dead in the eyes, when he uttered the next phrase. [color=lightsteelblue][i]“Boss said that you can take the rest of the day off.”[/i][/color] 

[i]No he didn't. This was a lie.[/i] Tabitha looked at him rather weird, and for a moment it felt like she saw through the disguise, but then she simply smiled and nodded. Dan turned his face towards Samehana, looking her in the eyes. His expression lacked any emotion - not because he was an emotionless killer like some character from a saga that knew no fear, no, because he was genuinely unemotive. [color=lightsteelblue][i]“This is on the house. The boss likes women 'like you'. I present you with a juicy steak, produced by the finest cows from this region. It's paired with a nice, rich sauce made from a mixture of basil and a fine mix of fruits. It's a light blend, designed to [b]accentuate[/b] the steaks and not overpower it.”[/i][/color]

[i]That was all bullshit too.[/i] Frankly, if Dan knew that Samehana was a cook, he might've picked a different approach. Now, it was just a gamble as to whether they could discern that Dan wasn't really a waiter. [color=lightsteelblue][i]“Ahem. The boss asked where we might find your ship, as we would like to offer a fine meal to your captain too. I could deliver it, right now, if such are your wishes, my lady shark, and my lady.. my lady blonde.”[/i][/color] Was it customary to address pirates as my lady? No? Perhaps they would enjoy the special attention they received from Dan, though having known pirates before, it was more likely that they'd laugh at Dan and then slit his throat.

[i]This was, most definitely, the most dangerous ship he'd attempt to board, in his lifetime.[/i]