[h2][color=C6683D][u]Prima D. Louis[/u][/color][/h2]
Heh. Of course they had just arrived. Fate had a funny way of working out like that, didn't it? And likewise the words, muffled as they were, of the panicked individual talking about invading pirates... no. [i]A[/i] pirate, who moved and fought like a ghost.

Another grin as he lowered his crude mask again. Speak of the Devil, right? He moved around to the front of the tavern, thankfully not having to deal with the meathead's insinuation of piracy by virtue of the fact he was outside already, and pulled out a banana he'd saved, peeling it and, with a slight chuckle, dropping the skin in front of the tavern door for whoever might stumble over it. Of course, if it turned into a fight inside... he [i]was[/i] strong enough to lift the whole building out of its foundations if need be, given the proper grip. For now, he'd settle with an easy prank.