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A smile came across Jan's face as some more memories were recalled, and he looked down the bottom of his mug. They were... in a way simpler, and happier days. "Aye, I remember." He said, slapping a fly that went on the counter; it was flattened right into the woodwork.

"Being a big lad helps, yes." he admitted, but then continued on. "Of course, they then assume you're also daft so you don't do nothing more than lighting a few boxes. They're probably right, seeing where I got myself to." 

Laughter, earnest and delighted escaped Jan as the man accosting his friend got a kick. Still giggling he asked the bartender to fill up his mug once more and then of course he stopped to drink. Putting the mug down, he wiped off a little foam and then spoke again. "Well, I see not a thing has changed about you! Still the 'spicy personality' that we... err, others joked about." Looking up happily Jan would continue to recollect "old times," until a man approached them, putting his repeater pistol with it's bayonet on the counter and lighting up a filthy roll up.	

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"Heard you were looking for Captain Florian, eh?" The man who had just come over said, taking a puff of his nasty home-made cigar. "You've got him." he said casually, standing with his right hand behind his back. Florian bit his lip thoughtfully, looking into nothingness and then once more at the freshly arrived duo. "So you both want work of some sort, eh?" he said, pausing to inhale once more and then finally he breathed out some of the horrible smoke. 

"Yes, I could use the likes of both of ya." the voice like silk - or at least silk whacked with a meat hammer, then gnawed on by a mongrel and finally burned by something worse than black powder - said. "Bigger's better for a sailor but a pretty face what can listen around and get by is also nice. 'sides, so is the kick. Anywa-... bloody well watch it! you idiot!" he said to a man who had bumped into him thus spilling ale all over. He gave the man a push and then wiped away some of the ale with a groan. Luckily, his brown-beige leather jacked was of the tough sort that was probably as rough and worn looking now as the day it was bought. 

"Where was I again... oh yes, there's a spot for the both of you alright. The deal is that for every time I make a profit I make one third go to the crew who split it with each other, then the rest I use to repair the ship and what little's left, I use for my meagre pay. Now there's no place where you sign, we're not a fancy lot. You might have seen the ship you're to be working on - the Unskinable eye-eye."

The grin of a man thinking he had sold two people on a proposition was wiped swiftly off of his face to be replaced with blood and a fist print sending the man over the counter he was leaning on. Before Florian got up, he uncorked a bottle of what he recognized to be a bottle of Hochland Port that was on the gold standard and took a few swigs, whilst the bartender was cleaning too busy to see due to cleaning up smashed glass and getting ready for a brawl. Finally, he stood up to survey who hit him. Florian groaned. Before him was the man he pushed and arm-wrestled earlier, the man who Hilde got to screw off, the brute that just spilled his ale on him and a few more of their chums. "Oh no." he muttered, subtly grabbing a bottle and hefting it for weight and aerodynamics..
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Jan stood up, and started to say something to get peace for a short time but he too got a fist to the face. He got back up, shaking himself off. His nose wasn't broken attesting to the sheer toughness of the lad. But now of course what was to be a beatdown would be a tavern brawl. It seemed the man who approached Jan saying he was the Captain through a bottle in the face of one of the men who recoiled to smash a table behind him - the people at it were not too happy and gave the still-conscious man a kick or two, making the fight spread like wildfire....