Ships & Kicks

Tom's Ships
It was just a normal day for the people living and visiting. Under the shadows of the titanic Yarukiman Mangrove, pirates and mercenaries wandered without worry and enjoyed their liberty in the lawless portion of the said island. Filled with a great variety of shops and houses, there was one in particular, a cubic house near the docks with a handmade sign written with red ink "Tom's Ships" on the front, that had made its name through the past 5 years. Creating and delivering a great variety of ships, with no prejudice of class or social position, the place was lead by a single man, Tibert Tom, a young lad pursuing his dream to become the greatest shipwright in history. Although it was far fom reality, he was ambitious, and his shop was open 24/7.

Except for today.

Tom had a request from someone coming from afar. To make negotiations easier, he just headed to the nearest bar from his house. For him, it wasn't something new; all his negotiations usually took place somewhere that wasn't his house to keep his other orders in secret and safe from harm as he had some dificulty to trust others from the go. With a reservation of a table for two in a particular corner of the bar, the tall man with dark hair, wearing his usual uniform, waited quietly with a mug of beer for his client arrival.