Where is my Crew? Dec 20, 2012 13:55:00 GMT
Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Dec 20, 2012 13:55:00 GMT
Rogan walked, rather purposefully, his right hand casually resting on his intricate sword handle, moving with his stride. He was wearing a nice assortment of black today, it would add to the threatening mood he hoped to establish on his hunt, 'I wonder if there are any worthy souls on this rock today. Saul said he didn't see any so far but I like to be hopeful, at least for the moment.' There was a slight wind but his black jacket-like robe did the trick to keep him insulated.
Under the robe he wore a thin charcoal-red, nearly mahogany V-neck and around his neck was his headband. His thin belt had his sword case tied to it and it also held up his comfortably fitting black pants. With his thin boots Rogan made little noise in his walk, the quiet almost seemed out of place in this bustling town.
Just before he would decide to go into town, the Crimson Captain looked back at the harbor, at his prized ship, The Captain's Daughter. She looked perfect except for the fact that her Jolly Roger was lowered just for the day; Rogan did not yet have enough crew members to advertise his insignia and trust that the ship would be safe in his absence. Thinking back to his reason for being here, he also took a quick glance at the sailors tending to the harbor but none of them really looked the type to commit to piracy so he turned his head back and pressed on forward.
He could feel everyone around him, going every-which-way but he picked up on someone that seemed to specifically be coming towards him. Rogan showed no sign of reaction, it's not like he had reason to worry as far as danger was concerned, maybe this person could be a new recruit. For a second he wondered how Saul may be doing with his scouting but it wasn't very likely that he would have someone so soon, at least with his demeanor, 'Hmmm, I want someone to stand out for me soon, we need to get going for the Grand Line.'