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It was a lovely morning, day, evening or night. Claret had no idea which, he had been taught that the sun went up... and then came down. He was certain there were something about directions too. But thinking about it would waste valuable time better used to obtain the three reasons to live. Booty... and he could have sworn there were two more reasons.

The hatless man made his way to exit the doorway when an orange haired woman passed him by. It was one of the women that had earlier given him that predatory look.

She wanted him. The scoundrel gave a cheeky grin to the thought, why had the goddessses made him so damn irresistable? 

'Tha wanted posters are roight. Me be feckin' craved. Shite.' He thought but his mind went to other things as he felt a familiar feeling, as if he was standing on his ship again. He was swinging left and right, but he kept his balance. No wait. He wasn't the thing moving, neither were he. It was the orange haired woman's-

Stern. That's what you called it on a ship.

He felt nostalgic, not only did it remind him of being on the swaying ship and facing the salty rain and wind, it was also motivating him about keeping eyes on what truly mattered.

'Booty ahoi!' He mentally chanted and before he knew he was starting to follow her. No wait. He had to meet royalty and make a good first impression. The man stopped in his tracks and licked his hands, then dragged both hands along his hair back. 

'Lesse... if me were a spoiled royal lad or lass, where would me be findin' meself?' He pondered and looked around, spotting a tower in the distance.

He recalled the book he had read about the princess being locked away in the tower. He had not really read it back then, he had just looked at the drawings. But it had sparked his interest in pursuing gentle-piratey scholarly ways. So he could both write and read all the romance involved living such a risky pirate life.

What were he doing again? Ah yes. It was the tower. Of course the royals would be staying there. Where else would a princess be? He had already climbed up one once, and ran from a ton of guards. A sense of nostalgia washed over him, those were the days of his youth. Two years ago.

Before he knew it, the enticing swaying before him had vanished. A sense of loss washed over him, it was a step worse that a wave of saltwater.

The alchemy tower came into view. 

'Feck. It be shaped just like me- oh well look a' tha' a perfectly placed windo'. Nothin' screams competence like makin' a dramatic entreh.' He dashed from hiding place to hiding place, getting closer to the building. He could already see the scene in his mind. Standing in the window and lighting struck. Lightning? It was snowing. Somehow he would have to inprovise the dramatic entrance. Like wrapping a cloak around himself and then reveal himself, causing the princess to instantly fall in love with him. Then the prince and he would strike up a friendship as blood brothers, and then duel to win the princess heart. The stuff of legends. Yes. His body was ready. But was the alchemy tower?