Bar scene
Nestled along a rugged coastline, the bustling pirate town exudes an aura of adventure and danger. The salty breeze carries with it the faint scent of the sea, mingling with the heady aromas of exotic spices and freshly caught fish.
Colourful pennants flutter in the wind, emblazoned with symbols of skulls and crossbones, marking the territory of the fearless buccaneers who call this place home.
The town's architecture reflects its lawless nature, with ramshackle wooden buildings sporting weathered facades and patched-up roofs.
The streets are a chaotic blend of bustling activity, as pirates of all shapes and sizes navigate the labyrinthine pathways.
In the middle of the road were Jon, Amon and Ethan. Jon was looking for a bar. He saw a lot of bars on the way but they are too loud or too dirty.
Ethan was looking for something as well more specifically a tool for his work. He didn't think he will find it here but at least he can look around.
" Amon, how is our food? " Jon asked.
" At least we can stay for two months. Not that much but at the same time the food is not flesh."
Jon nodded. " Guess we need to refill. Ethan. "
" Yeah. "
"You don't have anything to do with us. Go back to the ship and take Rei with you. "
" Ok. She needs to buy books as well. " Ethan turned around and waved his hand. " Don't find any trouble. We are on pirate island. Unless you wanted to be chased by every pirate here don't make any enemies. "
He paused. " Huh. Never mind. "
He walked away from Jon's view.
" He is right, Jon. Don't cause trouble. We got the Navy's attention. " Amon reminded.
" Relax. "
Jon and Amon strolled through the bustling streets of the pirate town, their steps echoing on the worn cobblestones.
As they made their way through the throng, the sounds of laughter, clinking tankards, and lively conversations filled the air. Merchants peddled their wares, their stalls lined with gleaming weapons, ornate jewellery, and exotic artefacts.
They continued their journey, weaving through the colourful crowd. The scents of saltwater, spices, and freshly baked bread mingled in the air, tantalizing their senses.
Jon and Amon halted at the entrance of a raucous tavern, the hearty laughter from within spilling out onto the bustling streets.
Jon exchanged glaze with Amon. " Let's go. "
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, they were immediately enveloped by a wave of warmth and revelry. The air was thick with the mingling scents of ale, roasted meats, and the tang of salt.
Jon and Amon found themselves immersed in a sea of weathered faces, each one bearing the marks of a life spent on the high seas.
" What a noisy bar. " Jon chuckled.
He moved past the duo fighting in front of him. Amon followed him.
They made their way to an empty table in a dimly lit corner. Jon nodded at the bartender.
Amon sat beside the wall, leaning and looking through all the people inside. He can see the glazes of others as they whispered.
" A Milk. " Jon ordered.
The barkeeper, taken aback by the unconventional request, raised an eyebrow but poured a frothy white beverage into a simple mug.
Jon smiled.
Undeterred by the curious gazes of the bartender, Jon lifted the mug with a smirk, savouring the unexpected indulgence.
" Too sweet. "
Meanwhile, Amon, with a penchant for tangy flavours, ordered a refreshing glass of lemon juice. The barkeeper obliged, squeezing fresh lemons into a tall glass and garnishing it with a slice of lemon.
Amon took a sip, relishing the zesty tang that danced on his tongue, a burst of citrus amidst the sea of ale and rum.
" Why don't you order Alcohol, Amon? " Jon joked.
" I was just testing. " Amon sighed.
Jon dropped the cup and asked. " Hey, Old man. What is this place? I don't see Log Pose pointing. "
The bartender took the cup and clean it. " This is a man-made island. The navy knew about this but the boss here had a way with them. "
Jon's curiosity was raised with the mention of the boss.
" Tell me more about the boss. Owning the island is one thing but having a connection with the Navy was something else. " Jon said as he placed berry on the table.
The bartender nodded. He took the money before he could speak.
A hand abruptly warped around Jon, causing him to instinctively glance at the man who had seized him. His eyes narrowed.
" Hey, newbie. This is not your base. How about you just shut your mouth and drink the milk? " The man with a rough black beard said. His teeth were yellow and tainted with nasty food.
Jon grabbed the hand and off his shoulder.
" Thank you for the advice but fuck off. " He said politely.
The bearded man laughed. He slammed the table and turned toward the bar. He yelled. " Look at this my guys. Newbie who had been drinking the milk was talking down on us. "
The bar laughed with a burst. " Four Horsemen. What a crap. " The man goes on.
" Talk to them, Fero. "
Fero shouted. " They are just kids who wanted to play around. Look at them, such weak men. "
He took out a knife and placed it against Jon's neck. " Listen, Kid. "
Before he could finish his sentence, a fist connected with his face. Knocking him to the other table.
Jon looked at the bartender and said. " I will pay the price. "
All the pirates here took out their weapons. Some carried swords, some iron flails and some aimed them with pistols.
" You ask for it. " Fero shouted holding his mouth. Amon got up with a smile.
" Do you think I am scared because of that surprise attack? " Fero pointed to Amon.
Amon tilted his head. " Don't know. Do you sacred? "