Stepping in the Isle

The Stepping Isle had been quite packed as-of-late. With every passing day, the war between Michael D. Shiguma and the Yonko had been nearing, and rumors had been piling up. The best place to acquire those rumors? A bar, of course! Over hundreds of gallons of alcohol were drunken revealing all of their emotions about the tumultuous conflict, blissfully unaware of who was listening.

At the forefront of it all was the owner and main server of this grand Pirate haven, Kauim. But, like any other day in service, he went under the name Vodki Amartin, after writing down a story of a bartender that handled any manner of customer by shifting between aggressive and kind at the drop of a glass.

Because they were at the top of a that could be reached with a knock-up stream, the clients the bar dealt with were normally experienced sailors. They could either be as calm as a pond, or as frustrating as a vortex. In either case, the bar was not a closed establishment. It actually covered a wide area, with plenty of outdoor seating options to appreciate the view and easily see the port.

Another ship had made its way to the island, branded with yet another Jolly Roger. Amartin turned to look at the port as he was serving more drinks, his golden eyes briefly turning red, a sign of, to try and determine who his new clients were. His red hair, normally wavy and calm, spiked up for a moment in excitement as a grin crossed his face, before he went back to work. "Vohahaha, what a day!" He thought to himself, before continuing business as usual.