Vrymath kingdom, where are your brothels? (2)
A young man dressed in a brown thick trench coat, spotting a black boat and a white inner silky long sleeve responded with a smile on his face.
He stared at him momentarily "Yes, I am. What do you want?" .
It seems that he will be busy for a while.
"Oh!!" The man eyed him from the top to the bottom of his figure "Well then, Mr Shipwright, I want you to fix my ship".
He didn't respond.
"Cough!! Cough!!" Another voice made its way to his ears. And strangely, it was familiar.
"You should have let me handle the negotiation" Turning his head, his eyes were locked with that of a woman. A very familiar woman indeed.
"Miss Annabelle" He greeted.
"Mt Alson, how have you been?" She responded, ceremoniously.
This wasn't the first time that she had come to his wooden home to receive some supplies or to ask for repairs.
However, this was the first time that he saw her with another different.... Pirate.