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Leonardo sat against a wall, on a corner in a far side of the city, away from the dock. He barely could stand being away from the sea, but the night was empty, as were his pockets. He pulled a pipe from his coat, tobacco in the end. He lit it, and puffed slowly, lighting and then exhaling the plant. He breathed out calmly, letting the hot smoke go into nothing before his eyes.

Chris's head jerked up at Andrea's entrance, her cropped hair swishing slightly.
She drank in Andrea's advice, though a small part of her rejected it. Her family had themselves been no better than ruffians in their treatment of the lower class.
Her head jerked up again as a familiar bulk shadowed the door. So the blacksmith boy had tagged along as well.
Nodding roughly, Chris slowly reached out and lifted the bag.
"I 'pologize Andrea. I should've known that'd be the way things work." Chris bowed her head briefly towards Andrea sliding three one pieces out of her purse.
"Payment, an' a lil' 'couragement then, for our friend." She raised her gaze to the tailor and held it there steadily. " To remind 'im how gracious we kin be."
Her gaze returned to Andrea.
"Wuld that be sa'sfact'ry?"
She still wasn't of the opinion that she had earned any money, especially not the two pieces the Captain had put down as payment, and insisted on paying.

Levowitz flopped onto the shore of Hilt like a dead fish, gasping with his eyes wide open. Climbing onto the sandy beach he pulled the seaweed from his garb and swept his once fine and lush hair back over his shoulders. Stumbling into the great pirate town he saw bales of hay aflame, men drunkenly falling from rooftops and women leaning into buildings or telephone poles aloof with powdery makeup and tight corsets.

"Just...As I left it.." Andrew breathed slowly, waking straight through the town square brought no attention to him, men often came back to town drenched from either being capsized or trying to get rid of a hangover. Arriving at his pub of choice "The hellbinder" he walked inside and took the nearest two-seater table. He'd arrange for a room at the inn later, for now he needed a drink--something warm to get his blood moving again, get the rubbery stiffness from his legs. Andrew had to lay low until he could find a ship to steal, and men to sail it-- ambitious was he, most men down on their luck joined a new crew as a grunt; but Andrew always found he wasn't fond of taking orders.

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Robichaux had left earlier, leaving the two ladies to their business. Walking to the docks to get some fresh air, he saw a man standing by himself, a small light to his lips and smoke curling above his head. Walking to this man he sidled against the wall and spoke slowly, his voice a throaty growl. "They say if a lone man stares at your ship in the dead of night..That be bad luck..Are ye starin' at my ship boy? What's got your eye and ire...?"

Propped an arm against the wall, his stature towering over the other man. "Oh I told ye allready, but ye look like a sailor. A few men died in our last bout and our general recruiter is out picking dresses at the moment so I would suppose finding swabbies to fill the holes now rests on my shoulders. Would ye sail under a pirate's flag, young one? Follow the skull, until you're one yerself?"

Robichaux returned the grin and opened his coat a bit to display his pistol and cutlass, placing a hand on his hip. "Oh aye..And here I thought I might leave town without being tempted to steal someone's ship. There's no honor among thieves boy, I don't form alliances I only make enemies. And of my enemies I make water-logged corpses. If ye won't be under me then you're in my way..Ye best stay out of Captain Soloman Robichaux's way mate."

laughed, playing along "They say the ocean breeze be great for rheumatism, it's why I'm a pirate mate, to always be with that fine air. I just happened to become the best along the way...And you'd put me weapons away, but I'd brandish it. I'm a pirate mate through and through; you're some slimy sailor who on mayhap be puffing the wrong stuff." Robichaux Stood up straight, opening his coat wider and returning the gaze.

Took a jump back and launched a kick at the oncomer's chest, unsheathing his blade "Right! I see how it is!" fire coursed throgh his lungs, and rum through his blood as he tightened his fists; ready for a scrap.

"Ye're as much a fool as I thought!" At this Robichaux reversed the hold on his cutlass and hucked it like a spear at the man's shoulder.