The more Adam considered this place the more he felt like he was wasting his bloody time. Pirates...to him none of them wore the faces of anyone familiar meaning they were nobodies. Even if he hadn't served on their ships he made properly sure to memorize any worthwhile faces on wanted posters. Sometimes it gave him inspiration for costumes. Other time a handful of pocket change in exchange for ratting them out to the marines. Not like that latter part would apply here but still. He excused himself from the side of his captain and sat down at the bar table. He grinned, and put a few coins on the tavern counter ordering some water. He didn't drink. Drinking killed brain cells needed to stab people in the throat. If he did drink he tried to have it as non-alcoholic as possible. Father told him about this growing up said it stunted his growth for awhile. That drinking was the bane of all true adventurers because they became dependent on an outside source. The old man was full of stuff like that still he wondered what his adventurous 'boss' would do next.