It's a quaint little building cornered between the beach and dock, where it's very hard to miss. Having no doors, the two outer walls of his establishment have been removed for who knows what reasons. Maybe it keeps things from getting crouded. Or gives everyone a good view of the outside. Perhaps it gets hot and muggy with walls. Who knows!? I sure as bloody freeping well don't. Covering the expanse of the place in a nice L shape is the bar, many barstools outside it. The feel of the place is seafood and grilling. Take a random chinese takeout joint and mix it with Long John Silvers and you'll get Sal's Seafood & Takeout. Where you See Food and Take it Out. Wasn't that obvious?

The owner of this place is Sal, a moderately fat french guy (What? French? Get outta here!) with a mustache and clean clothes. He looks like he knows what he's doing.






Zako, the Crimson Kazu, was sitting at Sal's Seafood & Takeout. He wasn't quite taking out just yet, but was in the middle of enjoying a West-style lobster bowl. The sun was just starting to set and everything had a warming orangeish-red tint. The weather? Ah, a little gusty. The food? It tasted good, surprisingly. Zako chose a good place.

The pirate also wasn't alone in this eating endevore. On both sides of him were two random middle-aged pirate chaps out looking for some fun. He shared his stories with them, they shared there's, and overall they were happy.

*A man in a dark cloak came through the door, the wind gusting his cloak around until he walked inside and shut the door. He had been here for three days now and had finally heard word of the man he was here to find.* I am searching for the pirate Zako. *His eyes searched the room, looking for the man of that discription before landing on the Crimson Kazu.*

"Man is That a good story if I've ever heard one!" Zako slaps his knee and laughs rawkously, grabbing a lobster claw and chewing down his teeth on the tender, exposed bit... Honestly, he didn't want to make a scene by biting his own hand and didn't want to give the wrong impression by trying to eat the hard outer shell of the lobster. Anyway, Zako continues, "Really, THREE Marlins the size of ships? And one WAS a ship? With cannons and everything?! If that's the case, that's be one smelly undercover marine!"

Sadly his fun times were just about over when he hears his name. Still in a happy mood, the pirate captain turns around in his seat (with the other two guys) and replies with a huge, friendly grin all over his face, "Aye? I'm Zako."

*The man smiles, a cruel smile from under his hood.* Would you come with me, please? *He asks, slightly more friendly, slighly more menacing as well. Motioning towards the door with a flurry of his cloak.*

With a casual blink, Zako turns back to his newly found buddies (that he still never caught the names of) and bids them Adue, "I'll see you guys later. It looks like Cloaky needs my help with something."

The other two pirates give off an, "Awww... KazuuuuUUUuuuu!!" But Zako wont have it.

"No, no. I'll finish the story about the rampaging killifish later. Business and all that. Maybe."

Zako takes his leave and just seconds later one of the guys roars out a rather upset, "HEY! Why do We have to pay for Zako!? LAME!"

With a casual and otherwise melo-dramatical flinch, Crimson Kazu crosses his hands behind his head and cranes his neck towards the scary guy, "So, what's up?" Once again completely oblivious to any Menace involved.

Do you remember, nearly two years ago, when you were on the Jagged Isles? *The man in the dark cloak says, looking at him with eyes that looked a normal color, at least when under a hood. His dark, straight black hair coming down and hanging out of his hood and blowing in the wind outside of the seafood shop.*

It took a moment. The pirate captain thought heavily on this one. "hmmm..." he crossed his arms infront of him now. "Hmmm.." Frowning and looking up at the reddened sky, the sun glinting off of the ugly scar over his eye. "Hm." For dramatic effect, Zako closed his eyes, as if reaching deep into the recesses of his memories. "Nnno, not really." Eyes open now, he gestures harmlessly. "Sorry, man. Unless there was some major party going on, I don't think I'd remember everything I've gone through. I mean, I've been all Over the place if you could believe it."

This is where a pause is.

The wind kicks up and Zako shivers instinctuitiously. Looking over, distracted by the sea's cold air and frowning. "Unless of course you could give me a hint."

*The man smiles, though it isn't a happy smile. His voice stays fairly pleasant.* Certainly, I can give you a hint. Do you remember a lovely lady with long silver hair? One you spilt beer on then felt the need to feel up afterwards? *His voice getting harsher towards the end, as if he was offended of that himself.*

Now THIS was a common memory. When was the last time he accidentally spilt beer on a Silver-haired woman, though. "Was it the one marine lady? no... I didn't grope her... Hm..."

He could just start to feel the unfriendly air around this guy, btw. It just hasn't registered that he'd be in any remote danger. This isn't the first time he's pissed someone off through a misunderstan-

"Oh! That one chick. Forgot her name. Are you talking about that time the ship blew up and then the massive oil spill? Or... Was it the other woman.. The taxodermist lady. No, she had blond hair.."

*The man clearly twitched.* That... 'chick'? My Lady is not a 'chick' nor will you refer to her as such. You have shown her enough disrespect already. Because if this I have hunted you down to make you pay for what anguish you've caused her. *He growls, his semi-nice mood disappearing.*

Whoop, he struck a nerve. "Hey whoa, I can't figure out which story was the right one," Zako waves his arms around, taking a step back so he isn't immediately beat upside the head with a club or anything, "But I can completely, almost nearly empthatetically assure you that whatever I did to your girlfriend was not intentional nor did I have any previous affraid with her." (I hope) he tacks on for taste quietly.

About now is where Zako, Mighty warrior of the third bowstring and seventh pink skiff, starts to get worried. He looks around for possible exits.

*He seems to look embarrassed a moment when he mentions the Lady being a 'girlfriend', then quickly looks angry again.* You are to come with me or I will force you to come with me, is that understood?

"Ya know" Zako takes a step back, "I'd Love to choose either of those wonderful options" He looks around and spots a perfect nitch in the town that looks pleasent about now. "But seeing as I left the cannon on in my ship, I'll have to choose option three and." A few more steps back from the menacing, upset, and controlling guy in the cloak, "Flee."

He flees.

He Flees very fast.

Then there's another gust of wind and a randomly misplaced tumbleweed trails across the road.