"Yes, we'll need plenty of 'ship stuff'" He replied, deep in thought as they walked along the partied and debris-strewn streets of Sartosa. The night wasn't young, but nor was it anywhere close to being done. Crowds of revelry erupted or were in full swing down every corner Markus, Emmaline, and Sketti turned in. The Dwarf walked stolidly with them, though he often laughed uproariously when he saw some manner of drunken violence being displayed. Markus knew there was no way they could get the supplies tonight with the celebration in full swing, but maybe he could swing a deal with someone if he got lucky. In all due reality, he and his two crew members should likely make straight for the boat. 

"We'll stay here for a day or so." He said, thinking aloud. "The men need some rest and relaxation, and I need some time to think. Tomorrow we can go and sell what wares we have." Luckily they had quite the haul, but it still wouldn't be enough to travel halfway around the world. As the three passed an alleyway where a sailor and a debauched whore were in the very middle of exploring one another's anatomy on a pile of discarded cushions, Markus noticed they were being followed. 

Four men of questionable intentions and unquestionable hygeine had taken an interest in them. Having noticed them two streets back, he wasn't confirmed in if they were truly following until they had traversed another large crowd of revelers outside of the unfortunately named 'Rancid Prick' Pub. Markus said not a word until they were well and truly at the next street, halting without a sound. Sketti nearly walked right into him, his face like a confused, ugly bulldog. 

"What're ye on about, Captain? Y- Oooh, we got some company, aye?" His mood changed in a flash, laughing darkly. It was then Markus decided to turn back and acknowledge the strangers. The four men behind them tensed, hands hidden beneath oft-sodden cloaks. The shapes poking out from their hips showed they were at least armed with swords.

"Speak your business." Markus ordered. "I'm in no mood for tricks tonight."  

"We're here on behalf of our Captain." One of them said. Simultaneously they uncloaked their heads dramatically as if it was to reveal some great secret. They looked ordinary men to Markus, maybe a little suntanned and worn. "Captain Von Roberts." 

"Never heard of him." Sketti pipped in. 

"We're simply here to give some friendly advice." The tallest one said. He had a narrow chin and a hooked nose, making the shadows on his face appear sinister. "That seat as a High Captain has been sought by our Captain for years now, and you can't just waltz into Sartosa and take what's his. He wants to tell you that he respects you, and he doesn't wish to come to fighting. Just leave, and we'll give you a chest of ten sthousand silver schillings as a good faith payment." 

Markus narrowed his eyes, and answered after a moment. "Tell him I appreciate the offer. But no deal. I can waltz into Sartosa and take what's someone elses. I'm a pirate. Is he?"