[h1][b][center][color=coral]P Y C E   M E S S[/color][/center][/b][/h1][hr]
Pyce's relaxing lunch was quickly ended with the alarm bell going off. Standing up from his shady resting spot and taking a final bite to finish off his meal.  [color=coral] "Isnt this an eventful start of a new life" [/color] he says to himself as he branches off from the crowd of people looking for a building he can use to seperate the cannon balls and his body. As he moves away, he adjust his hair and scarf while scanning the crowed of people watching to see if hes being followed.
Upon finding a solid looking building he sits down on the wall opposite from the water. [color=coral] "This place has a noticeable military presence, why would pirates choose to attack? But lets hope I dont have the opportunity to ask one personally" [/color] Pyce says to himself as he sets his bag down and watches the crowd of move past him. Listening closely to the cannon shots and what the people moving away from the docks are saying he tries to determine if or when he will need to move to keep himself safe and out of harms way. To further insure his well being Pyce moves his bag over to his lap makes sure his bottles of vulenary are not broken from his trip across the sea. After confirming they are still good he lets out a long exhale and rest his head against the cold stone wall [color=coral] "I should be okay as long as a pirate doesnt come here." [/color]