Itd been a little over three days since shells town.

Kirk, the Koi Fishmen, and The ever Rowdy Pirate Captain Leroy, had gotten to properly know each other. The days spent counting their loot. Recounting some of their escapades. But nothing of true importance between the two. The Captain Specifically having gotten to know the thief far better. His intuition having proved to have been correct about the man

"Kirk! Landfall up ahead!" The Captain said from his spot on the roof of the Tug boat.

The day was clear. Clear skies, mid-morning, the sun decently high into the sky. Giving its Dazzling hue onto the waters making them shine a brilliant shade of Azure Sapphire blue.

The Island itself looked modest. Rather small. He estimated it to be the size of a normal island. Not too big, not too small

Buildings made of planks and wood frames, brick and mortar laying the major walls. Many homes and shop buildings scattered the view of the captain

He'd always had a good keen eye, especially from those days in the jungle of Colubo

The Dock was surprisingly large. Taking up at least a hundred meters before transitioning into the town proper. Ship Houses, Fisheries, smiths. And not to mention docks. A few ships in the port already, a few schooners and sloops. Very small ships. But then again so were they.

"Wait...I just realized...They might think we're marines! Aww Man!" He said dramatically tilting his head back and falling onto his back, his legs still cross.

"OH! I bet we could Get some supplies here!" He said shooting back up into his seated position, hands in his lap.

Something then caught his eye. A ship in the port said the words 'Horizons Palm' on the side. It was a caravel, or perhaps a Carrick? It was certainly the size of a Caravel. But held the mast and banners of a Carrick. Square Flags.

"Alright, Kirk! Let's make Port! Lets Weigh the Anchor!" He'd always wanted to say that!

Kirk lifted his head lazily from his wonderful tanning spot on the deck, raising his hand from previously covering his eyes to see whatever Leroy was pointing out.

He had certainly become way more comfortable around Leroy as time went by, even rolling up his sleeves again to show his fins and unbuttoning his shirt some for his gills to have some better room.

Kirk's sharp eyes widened at the sight of actual land, grinned a bit, and set up from his chair. "Lookie there! I can handle the expenses to make sure we don't overspend. We don't need too many supplies I don't think... we already have a lot here."

His mind was already on the topic of what they need and don't need, trying to figure out what could be cheaper options already. "We can always change ships if you're worried about looking like a marine, but this looks like a pretty quiet town.. I don't think they will freak out over a tiny ship."

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He was already heading into the cabin, directing the ship into the port to find a place beside the dock to anchor. He frowned suddenly and glanced up at the ceiling where he heard Leroy spitting out some... very stupid words. "Do you know anything about sailing, Cap? Wrong term."

He did go ahead and start doing what Leroy intended to order, dropping the anchor as he brought them to a stop along the dock, making sure they were securely in place.

"I know! I just always Wanted to say it was all"

He slapped his knee and began to laugh that hearty laugh. Kirk being able to audibly hear the smile

"AH-HAHAHAHA!"

"Alright, we are anchored. What's first, Leroy?"

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Another quiet day in Orange Town. Yet another droll day to peddle wares... A young woman sighed as she set up a small stall in the docks. Everything was in the back of a cart that she pulled by hand behind her.

She yawned to herself as she set up a collapsible table, not bothering with any sort of shade.

She liked the warmth of the sun, and it was such a pretty day out! She would place various gadgets and knickknacks upon the table. Everything from kitchen gadgets, small wind-up toys for children, pocket knives and more were on display on a simple orange tablecloth.

Next to all the merchandise was also a sign that says 'Ask me about Jewelry Repair!'. It was a bit of a hodgepodge shop, but it was hers. This was such a sleepy town that she didn't really have a need to design anything particularly dangerous, so she made small things to help brighten the lives of those around her.

It wasn't the living she had before moving to this Blue, but she had grown accustomed to it over several years. This was Arquette Jeanne. Tinkerer and inventor! Well she only really had one invention that she really cared about, but it was still enough for the title. She was a young woman, in her mid twenties.

Her skin was a deep olive tone. Atop her head was ash blonde hair that poofed and curled into a pompadour, kept in place with a blue bandana. Her frame was lanky and tall, about six foot.

Despite the warmth she was dressed in multiple layers, including an orange turtleneck, brown leather jacket, and thick jeans tucked into her boots. She yawned once more as she rolled the cart behind the table and sat in it, a bag of tools beside her and a large brass gadget to her side. She never had to use it, but people thought it looked interesting so she kept it on display.

Besides if she did have to use it, she would rather keep it close at hand. It was a bit of a slow day so far. People passed by her stall occasionally, but not many people purchased anything.

What a shame, she needed to get some more materials to continue tinkering. Looked like she would be spending that money on her living expenses instead and just salvaging for scrap. Soon though a Marine tugboat would pull into port. How great!

The marines were sure to have some berries to spare! She waited for the two men she could see on her ship to come her way, setting up a glass hookah while doing so.

As the charcoal burned she took a deep drag and let the flavored smoke billow from her lips. She would yell to get their attention, but the actual docks were a decent distance from where she set up her stall. She just hoped they'd notice her and stop to see her wares.