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Romeo had come here in search of adventure and something to expande his powers as an archdevil. He had come because he heard this place had pirets, but instead all he found were druken saliors. they weren't afriad of him, but they seemed almost to... like him. His mind shuttered at the thought. He walked casually down the street in broad daylight tail, swishing behind him. Life after death was almost boring. He casually paused and glanced around, standing just outside an alley. Something fluttery caught his eye, a fight maybe? He turned to the alley just in time to meet with a very pink face.

'It was just a charm dragon.' he thought to himself. 'no fight.' He frowned at her, thinking it was rediculous that she was trying to salvage a dirty looking book like that. "It's just an old book, You should porably throw that away." He didn't even think about the consiquenses of his words, he said them before he as they came to him. 'she's pink. what a strange color for a ghostling.' most ghostlings he had met so far tened to be even odder colors then that, sprirals and patterns of all kind. Few had the human like eligence he had.

Romeo was a little shocked. She yelled at him. this tiny little thing yelled at him over a book. Priceless she called it. Priceless knowlage. He frowned to himself looking her over, her wings that were as pink as she, and her shock of blue hair. but then maybe not pricelss, still... "What kind of knowlage?" he bearly reconized she told him her name, and proply forgot it and her appoligies. His instress was entirely on what made that book so special. a human walked behind and partially through him, shivering and then walking faster but he ignored it, to intent on the book to care that another human failed to reconize his power and walk around him.

A history of what?" it sounded boring. He must be waisting his time. He frowned to himself, looking at the wall. He didn't relieze what she had asked, nor what it was refering to so he ignored the second remark. the wall wasn't even intresting, it was grey with out a hint of blood spatter. just dirty and perhaps a little moldy around the corners.

"If no one knows who wrote it, how do you know it isn't just a bunch of lies? it's not exaclty importaint if it's not useful." He shruged, and looked at her agin, looking at her look down. It took him a moment to relize, she was flustered with him. She liked him. He smiled to himself, perhaps he could use this some how, besides she was kinda cute. "I was just exploring the area, I haven't found anything intresting yet."

"It's suposed to have pirets and I haven't seen one." he frowns. "I wanted to go on a piret ship and see what it's all about, but there is only a bunch of drunk salors around." he voice took on some harsher tones and his tail swished behind him in agitation. He glares at the ground, as if it was the eath's fault for his inablity to find the pirets.

"I want to learn some of their fighting skill. Look at their boats. See what kinds of things they have on board. It's better then reading it in a book." He glances at her book. "But I supose you might have a point. They could be just drunk or sleeping with the women. I supose that's not strange considering they are out on the ocean with only eachother for so long. Bad luck to bring a women on a ship."