The doom and gloom of the fishing town was beginning to wear on Samehana's mood a bit. It didn't help that the island didn't appear to have any real local fighters, though that was to be expected with the fact that they could so easily be terrorized by the lot from earlier. Suddenly, her interest was piqued when another group of men, this time sans the masks that the fifteen from before were wearing, strolled into town. They were armed, but they looked confused rather than hostile. Were they lost or something? Faint whispers were exchanged between the group before a young man came up to meet them. "Hey, didn't you guys send that blonde guy to take care of the pirates earlier?" he asked, wondering what the group were doing in town. Samehana chuckled at the idea of Sancho working for the group, but decided to listen in due to the misunderstanding that seemed to be happening. 

"Uhh..." the man who seemed to be the "leader" of the group turned back to the party accompanying him, looking more than a little shaken before he turned back to the young man, putting a brave face back on. "Yeah! We're just coming by to pick 'im up right now. Figured we'd see if the new recruit can take out the trash by himself before we let 'im on the team full time, y'know?" It was a decent save, the fishwoman had to hand it to him. Though, if the "Kingslayer" happened to overhear this conversation, there was a good chance that it wouldn't go terribly well for the charlatans here. 
"Mind telling us where our pal ran off to? I'm sure he's just itching to see us." the man asked, draping an arm around the younger man's shoulders. While the he was visibly uncomfortable, and maybe even a bit skeptical of the explanation provided, the young man decided to help the would-be protectors out by pointing them in the direction of the restauraunt. [i]"Hora hora~. Word really travels fast here, doesn't it?"[/i] Samehana thought, skipping after the group as they went to go find Sancho. 

Samehana made her way over to the front of the group, stopping them in their tracks. "Hora hora~. You guys are the protectors of this place, huh? That means you must be pretty strong~." she chimed, leaning forward a bit bit with her arms crossed behind her back. 
"Yeah, yeah, the [i]strongest[/i]. We're a bit busy, sugar, so you might wanna move." one of the men stepped forward, placing a hand on Samehana's shoulder, which prompted a mischievous smile to split the fishwoman's lips.

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"So, is there anyone else who wants to pass?" Samehana inquired, legs crossed over one another as she sat on the back of the man who'd touched her shoulder earlier, using him as a sort of human chair while he did push-ups. From the looks of the dirt all over his body and the state of his face, it seemed to be rather clear that this wasn't necessarily a situation he got into of his own volition. "About two-hundred more and you should be on the right track, [i]sugar[/i]." she purred mockingly, patting the (un)fortunate man on the head.