Flint approached the small den den mushi that was on the belt. No doubt they were already expecting him as well as the conversation with the old man that was being hassled. The little snail was pocketed as he went to approach the old man. "I see, any reason for that?" He asked. He wanted to trust the old man but he also knew he could blindly be walking into some unknown conflict between two dishonorable groups. "How about if I help clear these guys out you can help me with shopping needs?" 

As he awaited the response from the mayor, he began to formulate a plan for attack. He wondered if these guys were small fry enough to do this by himself as a solo mission without bothering the others. He didn't mind whether to go solo or not but he'd knew he want to get this out of the way soon before things started to escalate. [i]"Perhaps that shopping trip for supplies would have to wait until tomorrow."[/i] was what he was thinking. He eyed the snail in his hand as he waited for inevitable message from the pirates.

[@Noodles]