[h3][color=00a651]Kukui Blackthorn[/color][/h3]

[color=00a651]“Miss, have you seen a white haired pirate with a horizontal scar over his forehead?”[/color] Kukui asked for what felt like the 50th time that day. 

“Never seen him.” The old lady behind the stall answers bluntly as she handed Kukui his order of kabob. He nodded a thank you to the women before turning away to leave. Ever since arriving at Brown Isles, which he had heard was a frequent stop for pirates, he had hoped that maybe he’d gain [i]some[/i] sort of clue to finding the scarred pirate who wronged him but to no avail. He turned the corner and looked around aimlessly before fixing his gaze on the largest building in town, the local pub. Kukui groaned before making a b line for the front door. As much as he hated the smell of hard liquor he knew that bars were the best place for gaining information. A small area filled with people from different places, plus, alcohol could make the most of secretive of men have loose lips. He took the last bite of his Kabob before entering, immediately feeling the difference of environment, a nice cool sea breeze now replaced with the warm room of drunks and pirate (mostly both). 

Kukui looked around the room full of pirates, noticing a few people that stood out more then others ([@Shiyonichi] and [@Noodles]) before his eyes landed on the 3 pirate captains at the front most table. The first two things he noticed about the trio was that A. The looked important. And B. The looked drunker than most others. Important people know things and drunk people talk, whether on purpose or not. [color=00a651]“Excuse me, strangers!”[/color] Kukui called from across the room as he approached the 3 men. Some of the pirates in the room stopped what they were doing, some wondering if Kukui had a death wish and others just curious on how it’d play out. [color=00a651]“Would any of you men happen to know a pirate with white hair and a scar on his forehead would you?”[/color] He asked as he reached the captains table.