[color=ed1c24][b]Bar of the Bulls' Masts[/b][/color]

A woman taller than anything that she had seen before in her life entered the tavern. Looking up at her, that tall lady makes her look short, not that she was already short to begin with.

Blood flushed away from her cheeks when she saw the bounty poster. One with her own face and name, with eight large numbers printed on it. [color=ed1c24]“Higher than Valar…”[/color] She expected an eventual bounty, but not something as high as that one. Taking a deep breath to maintain on her composure at such situation, she noticed another person entering the bar. Bakuto, but with thick layered cloaks. She couldn’t hardly recognize him from the way he was right now, as she couldn’t tell how many layers of those cloaks he was wearing. [i]If this is what he call ‘disguise’, he is doing quite a good job in it…?[/i]

[color=f7976a]“Yes, you’re right, you all are honest merchants,”[/color] The bartender eyed on the gold coin that he was holding, his mustache was the only thing that was hiding his thick green. Alesia was just being generous on her payments, and that bartender seemed to take it as a ‘bribe’. [i]To each to her own,[/i] she supposed.

[color=ed1c24]“Ahem… ‘Alesia’ is quite a common name. We’re just ‘treasure hunters’, and those damned marines are the ones who attacked us first,”[/color] Alesia dragged a chair from the nearby table, [color=ed1c24]“But the Scarlet Pirates is recruiting, and we’re still deciding on how to split our spoils. I’m thinking of an even split of 10 million, and the reserves will go to a new ship after we reach the Grand Line. The Reverse Mountain is a bit troublesome to cross…”[/color]
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[i][b][color=f7941d][b]Bull’s Mast Tavern Corner[/b][/color][/b][/i]
At another corner of the Bull’s mast, the fortune teller drew out a deck of cards. One by one the signs are revealed: The Card of Ravens, following the Card of the Clouds, then a Wilted Feather and the symbol of the White Cross. The last card shows the Skull Symbol. [color=fff200]“Huh…”[/color] The young fortune teller muttered, creasing a frown.