>>Golden Lion Mk. II<<

[i]Tsk[/i], if a sound could be made into an expression, would be what Jōichirō's face looked like. He was just there, on the decks of the ship, minding his own business, glancing out to the royal blue sea when the old man barked an order at him.

Here he thought they were going to kill the prince for notoriety, and maybe some fear from other pirates. But some spending money would be nice, he supposes. 

Sighing, he replied to the old man, not minding the prince, [color=00aeef]"A junior crew? I expect to at least the second first mate, if you catch my drift, old man."[/color] He said, as he tied up his hair into a top knot-ponytail combo akin to that of a samurai. Drawing in a deep breath, Jōichirō's body shone for a brief moment as he phased out of existence. Only to reappear by Caitlyn.

[color=00aeef]"Well. Consider this your unlucky day. I was totally available for hire but you were too slow to the draw. And now, with out your bodyguard, you face some tough odds..."[/color] He said, drawing one of his two swords into an upwards slash in one smooth motion.

[@ladyonyx04][@King Cosmos][@Reflection]