[color=f26522][b]Brown Isles Streets [/b][/color][@Jerkchicken]
That attack struck the pirate flat on the head, he didn't expect someone to try attacking him out of the middle of nowhere. The pirate collapsed on the floor with a thud. The crowd started walking away from the area, once it seemed clear that the scene will turn messy. It was a wonder that they left the area in just hasty steps.

The pirate wasn't alone, not far away from the cleared square, one flashed out his cutlass, the other went drawing his pistol from the sides of the coat. Two, with similar clothing and pirate crest, went charging at Flint in response to the turn of events.

The blade of the cutlass shimmered in the noonlight, the seagulls flutter away at every corner from the first exchange of gunshots.

[hr] [b]The Decks of White Pearl[/b] - [@Stern Algorithm]
The black Den Den mushi had intercepted a few set of signals, one was very recent, and was caught in clear detail. "Our deal with the mayor have fell apart again. Those drunkards have been choking on our supplies since we've gotten here! How should we proceed? Captain?"

"Steal the......" The interception got cut off into a buzzy static.

[color=fff79a]"Let me go!!! Somebody!!!"[/color] A different voice echoed upon the black snail.

[color=fff79a]"I'm not drunk!..."[/color] The black snail have picked up another transmission, then a few noises that sounded like shuffling tables and splashes of water.

[color=ed1c24]"One glass of pear cider, if you'd excuse me..."[/color] Then followed by the voice of her captain amongst the Din...

[hr] [b][color=a2d39c]Olde Bar[/color][/b] [@Archmage MC][@vancexentan][@Zelosse]
Alesia put back the transceiver of the blue snail out of goodwill. She was glad that those pirates have yet to call the marines, for however drunk they are. [color=ed1c24]"So, any words of the island's supposed treasure?"[/color]

"Here's the treasure map!" One of the 3 captains handed her the island's map without much regard. "The treasure is buried under the X mark!!"

She squinted her eyes at the browned paper that reeks of alcohol, brandy, rum, and whatever that she could name of. A torn off paper from a book, and there is no X that is written in any corners. But nevertheless, she should keep it. [color=ed1c24]"Thank you..."[/color]

[i]The geography of the island might be useful in the long run.[/i] Sipping on her beverage, Alesia continued listening to their tall tales. "The swamps are a place too dirty for me. They say that the place is haunted! Rather my life than those treasures!"

Alesia gulped a good bit of her pear cider. [i]To think that they call themselves pirates! Those wimps![/i]

The swamps of the outskirts seemed like a good start for the treasure hunt.

This moment, a cloaked figure enters the bar…

“A ghost!” A few pirates that are less sober screamed at the sight of Wilow's oversized cloak, then the floaty unnatural movements that is displayed. Pirates’ cheeks turned from flushed red to white, some running to hide at one corner, the others taking cover under the tables of the tavern.

The more troublesome ones, the plump Captains included, pulled out their flint pistol, the few braver ones pulling out cutlasses to fend off against the ‘ghost’. As the pirates hurled out insults that Aleisa couldn’t think of ever hearing.

[color=ed1c24]“Tsk…”[/color] Alesia’s eyes twitched. Tying her long black hair with one sharp tug, Alesia flipped the bar table with one angry kick at the three so-called pirate captains. The Captain of the Scarlet Pirates have unintentionally turned the bar into a brawl.