Of Revenge and Chains

[Aaron Fletcher]

(In a really bizaro mood tonight XD!!! So this will probably come out weird)

Aaron began to wander Tortuga, smiling to himself as he looked about an remembered his old haunts. This is where he had grown up. He knew every street, every good bar, and every... well... yeah *cough* He pushed his way past a crowd of drunks, and started to head towards his favorite tavern, when someone ran up to him, and fell into stride. He looked over to see Rahl, and sighed a little. He rolled his eyes with disgust and a bit of jelousy as Rahl began to talk of the girl he had been with the night before. "Aye I remember, da ya have to rub it in?" Aaron had been trying to score the same girl the night before... and it hadn't worked out.

He grinned slightly as Rahl continued and said she had stolen from him. "Sounds ta me like you got yer just reward." he shruged and ran a hand through his hair. "I don' know mate... It's not really somethin' I would relish doing, but I suppose it could be fun." Secretly, Aaron hoped to be able to keep Rahl from killing the woman if they ever found her. "Yah, alrigh' I'll come wif ya." he began to head again to the tavern "But lets get a drink first eh? My head not clear of sleep yet."

(really short... but I dont care :-P )

[Rhal]

*Rhal cocked a brow, looking Aaron over with a bitter stare as the man rolled his eyes and smarted off. If he had really been wanting to rub it in, he would have and it would've been done on a much grander scale then just asking about the bloody woman. He didn't see why the man even cared really, it wasn't as if the wench mattered.* What'dya mean sounds like I got me just reward? Bloody bastard, she'd of done the same to you if you'd gotten her. *He spat, his fists clenching at his side.

Now he wished he would've just backed off last night and let the wench go with Aaron, then their roles would be reversed and he could be the one acting like the ass. When the man said it wasn't something he'd really like doing Rhal folded his arms across his chest and snorted.* You s'ppose. It will be fun, it always is. If nothin' else at least it passes the time. *He said, shrugging again and eyeing a blonde wench that was standing in a doorway. Upon deciding it wasn't her he looked away again and licked his lips.

Finally Aaron seemed to give in to the little venture but insisted the two of them get something to drink first. Rhal supposed he could go for that, besides its not like the wench was going anywhere else. He'd find her sooner or later, getting a drink wouldn't hurt, but he wasn't about to pay for it.* Alrigh', I'll get a drink first but its on ye, I ain't payin' for it since I'd rather just go straight after the wench. I want me money back! *Rhal said, his eyes narrowing again as he followed Aaron to the tavern. Maybe he'd find her in there, then he could get her and a free drink all at once. This thought perked him up a little and he let his arms fall back to his side, though his face and eyes were still void of any good natured looks.*

[Itami]

(Okay, this is my first Itami post outside of the Torture Chamber, so I hope it turns out alright *fret fret fret* Apparently this guy is pretty popular, so I'll try not to disappoint )

~Itami

::A shadowed figure approached from around the corner, a wicked grin on his lips:: "What's this? The two love doves seem to be making quite the scene in the middle of the street."

::Itami strode closer to Barbossa and Chris out of the shadows, satisfied with the look of first surprise, and then loathing that crossed his captain's face. It amused him greatly how Barbossa at once admired and feared him; he knew the rest of the crew -- young Christiana included -- made it a point to keep their distance, but the pirate captain himself had always treated him with a cool respect::

::Not that Itami cared either way. Dealing with the living had never been his forte::

::He ignored their demanding stares for the moment as he leaned back against the building and began to clean some dark, unidentified substance from the blade of his dagger. No doubt they would be wondering where he had been since that morning, just what kind of "trouble" he'd been up to. But he was well aware that they were also too afraid to actually ask. With an inward grin, he sheathed his dagger in his boot and turned to give them a slight bow -- it was one of the few habits he'd managed to keep despite all his years away from Japan::

"My dear captain, I must say I'm really enjoying Tortuga. There are so many fun people to play with here." ::A crooked tooth smile accompanied the ambiguous statement, and he nearly laughed at the disgusted scowl it produced on Chris's face::

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

(Because I feel the RPG needs it, and because I feel the need to use my almighty Moderator and RPG Master powers... I'm giving this thing a push ^^ Sorry for any Godmodding... but guess what... YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!! )

The crew of the Black Pearl scurried over the ship, trimming sails, heaving lines, and readying the anchor in preperation to dock. Tobbs called out orders as she manned the helm, directing a straight course right up to one the dishevled docks of Tortuga's Hourbor. The anchor splashed into the dark water of the cove, signaling a safe landing. Still there was much to be done. The sails were ferrled, and the ropes set in order. Finally, the gangplank was lowered into place, and now the only thing between anyone on board and the freedom of Tortuga, was just a few short steps.

Saber had scurried back into the rigging to help with the sails, keeping her mind and body occupied as Tortuga loomed ever closer. She never really liked it there. Too many momories. She had grown up there, and her mother had been brutaly murdered by her father there. That's where she had been seperated from Kat, and all her troubles had started. There were other memories of that place... the memories that haunted her dreams. But best not to think on it.

Kat tied off a line, and smirked with antisipation as the gangplank was being lowered. She had been looking forward to this for a long time. She had spent most of her childhood in Tortuga, and while there were a few minor bad memories for her, the place was her home. She loved the pubs, the rowdy people, the feeling of tenseness in the air. The tence attitude of any place only increased when Kat was around. But that had been many years ago. She wondered now if anyone would recognize her as the Kat of Tortuga, she had been gone so long.

Saber landed on the deck with a gentle thump, and slowly walked towards the gangplank. She looked around at her fellow crewmates, and smiled. Most of them were looking forward to some time in town after so many weeks at sea. She checked her belt to make sure her weapons were secure, and then surprisingly said "Well, wot are we waiting for?" And with a confident stride she walked down the gangplank and off the ship. If anything was going to happen, she wanted to face it head on, she only hoped nothing would happen, and that she wouldnt see or meet anyone she knew.

Kat cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders a little. It would be great to get off the ship, and roam around on dry land for a while. It would also be good to drink some fresh rum for a change, and not any of that stuff that had been sitting still in the hold for a while. She watched, with eyebrow raised, as Saber was the first to leave the ship. With a slight almost indetectable shrug, she followed her sister off of the ship, and into the town. However, very quickly, she seperated herself from any of the other crew. Now that she was in her element, in her home, she wanted to be alone again. Clinging to shadows, and remembering every twist and turn, she slowly made her way to her favorite pub.

[Eric Jackson]

*Eric set about the various tasks involved in getting the ship ready to dock then wandered over to the railing as the Pearl sailed into the worn harbor and smiled a little. Tortuga was probably last on his favorite places to go, but none the less he was a landlubber at heart and always enjoyed putting his feet on solid ground. They'd been to sea for weeks now and he was starting to grow weary of the same flat horizon, the same sparkling water, the same sway of the ship....he was more then ready to go into town.

Heading back down to he and Evelyn's cabin he slipped his pistol and sword into his belt and slipped on a light leather jacket. He also made sure that the front of his shirt was entirely laced up as he knew how the wenches in this place could be and he just wasn't in the mood to see Evelyn attack any of them. Smiling lightly he remembered the various occassions when she had done such a thing and he did have to admit it was entertaining.

Moving back up on the deck with his other leather jacket that Evelyn liked to wear drapped across his arms, he went in search of her. He wasn't about to go into Tortuga without her at his side, it was the only way he felt comfortable. And besides he wanted to make sure she wore the jacket, as he could attack the learing men just as easily as she could the women.

He smiled over at Saber as she asked what they were waiting for.* Just my other half, I'll be down in a minute. *He said with a laugh, his brown eyes scanning the decks once more for Evelyn.*

[Aaron Fletcher]

Aaron sighed "Alright alright, I'll pay" This happened more then not. He was one of the youngest men in the crew, and he also tended to be the softest. His charm and good looks only worked on women, and he tended to get shoved around alot. Barbossa didn't like him, and he wasnt allowed within ten feet of Chris these days. He was getting more and more fed up with Barbossa and his crew, but what could he do about it? If he tried to leave, like as not Barbossa would sic that creep Itami on him.

With another sigh, he led Rhal into the pub, and slowly they weaved their way to the bar. Sitting down, Aaron called for two rums, and told the Barkeep to be quick about it. Looking around, he kept his eyes open for the woman. "See her anywhere?" he asked half heartedly, as he picked up the mug that the barkeep had just set down. Taking a long drought, he put the mug down and shook his head. Sleep was leaving him, and he could think just the slightest bit clearer now. Too much more rum would reverse that effect, but for now it was helping.

Leaning back against the bar, his eyes wandered to the door. His body stiffend slightly as a young woman, about 5 ft 5, with long red hair and a black hat walked in. He only caught a glimps of her face before she dissapeard into the crowd, and then went to sit back in the dark of the corner. Still the glimps was enough. He was sure it was Kat. She had gone missing for such a long time, what was she doing back in Tortuga? It had been years since they had worked together, and after his father had betrayed her, they hadnt exactly been on speaking terms. He couldn't blame her, after all, just about everyone hated him now. I mean she never really liked him to begin with, but then she hated all men, so what did it matter? He decided to just let it go, and ignore the fact that she was there. If she saw him and wanted to talk... let her make the first move.

[Rhal]

*He followed Aaron into the tavern, his eyes locking on every blonde wench that passed him, yet none were the woman he was looking for and he was starting to grow more and more agitated by the minute. He was subconciously gritting his teeth together as he continued to search. It was always a sign that he was nearing his breaking point, and more often then not someone wound up six feet under when that point was reached.

He spun his chair around so that the back faced the table's edge and he stradled it, resting his arms across its back. Snatching the mug of rum from the barmaiden he took a large swig of it then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and slammed the mug back on the table at Aarons question.* Does it bloody look like I see 'er anywhere? If I did I wouldn' be sittin' here! *He spat, fingering the daggar at his side as he took another gulp of the rum. He ached to use the weapon on her, get every last coin back that she took from him...maybe more if she had more on her.

He licked his lips as his eyes narrowed, watching the women in the pub. One came in with a dark hat but at the sight of her red hair he went back to ignoring her and looking around again. He saw that Aarons body had stiffened and that he was watching the red headed woman and Rhals brow arched.* D'ya know that wench? Need 'elp killin' her? *He asked, thinking that if maybe he got to use his knife on someone that it might quell the anger and frustration he was feeling at loosing track of the blonde woman.*

[Captain Morgan Barbossa]

(*Grins at Saber's abuse of power*)

::Barbossa fought back a snarl as Itami approached, wondering not for the first time why he bothered to keep this madman around. True, he was exceptionally skilled with that dagger of his, and since he couldn't feel pain he was a good ally to have in a fight.... But at the same time, it was nearly impossible to read his thoughts, or predict his reactions. Though they were rare, his dangerous mood swings had nearly frightened the rest of crew into leaving -- he may have pledged loyalty to Barbossa, but the pirate captain was well aware that would not stop him from harming anyone else aboard the ship::

::And...he worried about Chris. Itami had never shown any particular interest in her, and for that Barbossa was thankful. But he knew the madman thrived on displays of weakness, and lately Christiana had been acting unusually fragile. Though he would never admit it, he would be devastated if anything were to ever happen to her...::

::Itami's sudden voice brought his thoughts back to the present::

"Get yer fill o' the city while ye can, then. We'll be settin' sail again in a few days time, an' likely won' be back fer a while." ::He felt Chris tense slightly in his arms as the Japanese man shifted his gaze to her, and so he tightened his hold on her protectively:: "Oh, an' be careful where yer leavin' bodies. If anyone decides ta investigate, I don' need a trail leadin' back ta me, understand?"

(By the way, is anyone having trouble reading my posts? I can see this color fine on my screen, but it may be too dark for others. I can fix it if need be! )

[Itami]

::Itami cocked his head slightly at Barbossa's last comment, his lips spreading into a dark grin::

"Of course I understand. But, dear Captain, you should know I always pick up my toys when I'm finished playing." ::Another knowing glance at Chris, then he drew away from them both, instead starting around to the other side of where they stood. His hand made a half-circle in the air above his head as he walked, as if he were waving off an imaginary question:: "Thank you for your concern, but I have 'had my fill' for the time being. I believe I will join the two of you for the rest of the afternoon." ::He smiled. That hadn't been intended as a question, and though they seemed hesitant, neither Barbossa nor Chris voiced a protest::

::Taking advantage of their silence, Itami laid a gentle hand on their shoulders. Chris flinched visibly under his touch, but he gave no sign that he'd noticed:: "So, where shall we go first? Or had you planned to continue your little show here for a while longer?" ::he smirked::

[Evelyn]

Evelyn had been wiping down the decks of the ship thorougly. There was nothing much else for her to do at this point really. All she could do was obsess some about was how it would be once they had made it all the way to the island. Lifting her gaze she stared out at the rocky isle as it slowly faded into the horizon, creating a barrier between sea and sky. She put a hand up to shade her eyes from the warm sun and took a deep breath. "Always a mystery..." she said aloud thought with a hint of disdain in her tone. There would be many hungry women there of course. All looking for the next gold piece, good time, or handsome bachelor and Evelyn would be damned if they so much as waltzed past Eric the wrong way.

Muttering, she turned back to her work. The sweat was now building into a delicate sheen of pearls. The blood stains were the hardest and worse to try and rid the deckcs of. After some time she gave up trying to completely wipe them out. The ship though, now was docking. There were shouts heard from the landing as well as the usual stares. Seeing so many women aboard usually fascinated and horrified the pirates and scurvy thieves roaming the docks of Tortuga. Wiping her brow with the back of her sleeve Evelyn placed the mop back into the now blood and dirt ridden slosh within the bucket. Taking the bucket up in her hands she moved over to the side of the ship and tossed its contents overboard into the murky seas below.

Hearing Eric's voice echo behind her she turned. "Ready...?" she asked him gasping a bit. She had probably worked the decks of the ship more than was required of her really. It had taxed her some and at this point she was quite ready to have herself a cool rum. Putting the bucket on the ground she walked over towards him. Her eyes instantly roamed his attire, taking not that the ties in the front of his shirt were appropriate, she still felt some adjusting was needed. Moving her care worn fingers to them she tied them again as if the way they were the first time was not good enough.

"Keep yer bloody eyes sharp Eric. This place has never really given us too much good, except for a good rum o' course!" she insisted with a smile. She took the coat he held out for her in his arms and carried it for now, deeming it a bit hot for her at current to drape it over her shoulders. "Was there anything you needed while we were docked for when we head out again?" she then asked over her shoulder at him as she marched down the dock. Already she was garnering several curious or perhaps other intentioned stares but she only gave them a sidelong glare."Bloody idiots..." she murmured, never quite understanding why so many would look at her the way they did. Some in disapproval she wagered. The rest she didn't care to think about.

[Eric Jackson]

*Eric turned and glanced in the direction he'd heard Evelyns voice then looked her over with a raised brow. Clearly she'd been working herself to the max and he laughed a little and shook his head. She'd always been the type of person that insisted on keeping busy, always felt something more could be done.* Yes, I'm ready. *He said, watching her curiously as she looked over his attire.* What? *He asked, noting the way she was clearly not approving. It was completley tied up and he even put a jacket on, so he didn't have a clue as to why she was being so particular.

He snorted and rolled his eyes as she began re-doing what he had already done, but he stood there and allowed her to do so.* Are you sure you don't want to put a sack over my head while you're at it? *He smirked, then simply nodded when she said to keep his eyes sharp. That was something he did agree with her on. He was never comfortable with Evelyn being in Tortuga, or himself for that matter and wasn't about to let his guard down if he could help it.

Eric followed after her as she walked down the gangplank and onto the docks. Within an instant men were already watching her and Eric shot them a cold, hard glare as he placed his hand on the small of her back as if to warn them she was his.* Idiots. *He muttered as they passed by them. Glancing about and knowing that she would want to stop by a tavern (what else was there to do in Tortuga) he tried to find the most decent looking one before she picked one herself. Finally he pointed one at that didn't have someone passed out....or dead....in front of it.* Let's just go in this one. *He said casually with a shrug.

In any other place he wouldn't have cared what pub they went into, as Evelyn was the one who enjoyed them, not him. One of the worst moments of his life was spent in a tavern, and he wasn't much of a drinker....but he knew she liked them and so he bit his tongue and dealt with it. Besides, now and then he did find himself having a good time in one. However, Tortuga was different. There was always a sort of dread and a chill that clung to him whenever they were here and his need to watch over Evelyn was always heightened.*

[Aaron Fletcher]

(*grins* I love the way I promote my characters shamlessly using my other characters... don't you? ^^ )

Aaron almost did a spit take on his rum. Looking over at Rhal with a look of surprise, and amusment, he coughed, and set his mug down. "You obviously don' know 'ho that is, or you wouldn' 'ave said anythin' like that in a million years." Leaning over, and resting his elbows on his knees, he gave that rediculous charming smile. "That woman would shoot you for looking at her without permission. She could also beat any man I know in a fight. Now granted it's because she dont fight fair... but thats life now init?" he leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, picking up his mug. "At least... tha's the way she wos five years ago."

He paused a moment to take a sip of the rum, looking over in the direction of the corner Kat had chosen. "Personally, I wouldn't go near her, but if yore lookin' for a good or rediculous reason to fight, all ya have ta do is go and stand in front of her looking at her for about three seconds... and you've got yerself a fight ta the death." Aaron chuckled and took another sip of his almost empty rum. "Like as not, you'll be the one ending up dead... but it's none o' my business now is it?"

Leaning back and placing his hands behind his head, Aaron began to think about ditching Rhal, and going off to find Barbossa, to let him know the ship was practically unmanned, either that or find himself a bit of fun.

[Rhal]

((ooc: Bossa, I can see all your font colors just fine. If a color is too dark or bright for me, I just always highlight the post then I can read it just fine *shrugs* haha))

*Rhal cocked a brow and snorted, his fingers still tracing over the handle of his dagger as he shook his head.* Obviously I don' know 'er or I wouldn' of asked ye about 'er! *Rhal exclaimed, rolling his eyes and pulling the daggar free from its spot at his side. Hunching over he began prodding at the table with it, carving simple things as Aaron explained who she was.

When he finished Rhal lifted his head and looked the man over curiously, allowed his gaze to flick over to where the woman had went, and then went back to Aaron.* Well, 'parently you know 'er well....and yer still alive. With the story you jus' gave I think tha' merits an explination. *He said, grinning slyly as he leaned back in his seat, throwing his feet up on the table and sliding his dagger back in his belt. Now that he was intrigued by the possible story between Aaron and this woman he had mostly forgotten about that wench from this morning.

If she passed by again he'd deal with her then, right now there were seemingly more interesting things going on.*

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

Saber strode off into Tortuga, not caring if anyone followed her or not. She wasn't in a trifling mood, so there wasnt much chance of her getting herself into serious trouble. She had one destination in mind, and moved towards there with a purpose. She ignored completely the stares, and lewd comments of the men around her. She was used to it but she did roll her eyes and sigh as one fool shouted out an offer. If she had throught it worth it, she would have stopped and challenged him to a fight. But from his voice the man was obviously drunk, so she didn't bother to even look towards him.

Her boots swished, and sounded stangely solid to her ears as she walked the cobblestone streets. She was more used to the hollow sound of an open deck. As much as her sister loved the land, Saber ditested it. Land had always ment bad things for her. Still, she continued on her course. Her left hand constantly rested upon the hilt of her sabre, and her right hand was ready at any moment to spring to action. A small crowd was ahead, with now way around it, seeing that they blocked the intire street. With a sigh, Saber plowed ahead, and began to push her was through. A hand brushed across her backside, and she glared in the direction that she felt it come from. But with the crowd, she had no way of knowing even if it was intentional, let alone who it was. The reason for the slight mob was two young boys, not a day over 13, who were going at it tooth an claw in the middle of the street. Saber closed her eyes at the sight of it. She loved Children, and she hated to think of them living this way. Brother against brother. She didnt know if the fight had been staged, or simply gathered a crowd, but bets were being made. A flash of her past went through her mind and she quickly opened her eyes.

Finally breaking free, she stumbled into the open street. Pulling her shirt back onto her shoulders (how it had gotten off, she didn't want to know) and dusting her pants and bodice off a bit, she quickly checked to make sure she still had all of her personal belongings before once again heading on her way. Going down a very familier street, she walked up to one of the delapidated houses. "Please let it still be empty." She said quietly. She raised her hand, and knocked on the door. No answer. She waited a bit, and then pushed open the door. The room was empty of life, but all too familier to Saber. The table... the bed... the rug in the corner... the blood stain on the floor.

Slowly she entered the house, and going around, touched everything. She smiled to herself as she got to the rug in the corner. This had been where she and Kat had slept... the bed had been her parents. Slowly she walked over to the table, and looked down at the blood stains spattered upon it, and the floor around it. Bending down, she kneeled in a particularly large stain, and ran her fingers over it. She had no tears... she had cried them all long ago as a child, but still... the memories lingered. The darkness, hastily being pushed out the door, evesdropping with Kat, the scream in the night... Saber sat and pulled her knees up to her chin. This had been her home...

Kat, as she entered the pub, had imediately taken in everything around her. She had seen the blond boy Aaron and his sullen compainion and had simply sneered and turned away. It figured he'd still be in Tortuga, living the high life. She was angry with him, but he wasn't worth her breath or her blade at the moment, so instead she turned aside, and went back into the corner. Settling in an open corner table, deep in the shadows, she leaned back in her chair, and propped her feet up. Pulling her hat low to shade her face, she still made sure she could see and hear everything.

A barmaid approached and asked her if she wanted anything. "A rum... and the bartender. I want ta speak ta him fer a moment." The tone of her voice showed she was not in the mood for questions, and the maid hurried to do her bidding. A few moments later, the bartender himself came over, carring the rum. Kat tilted her hat up slightly to reveal her pale face and bright green eyes. "'ello Joe." The old man's face went pale.

"Kat... why..."

Kat smiled "Oh don' worry. I'm not after yer blood. Not after anyone's at the moment. I just happened ta be back in town, and thought I'd see some old friends."

"We'll thats a relief." The man said with a hesitant laugh. He sat down across from her as she gestured for him to do so. "So, what brings you back? And where have you been? It's been nearly five years since I've seen you regular around here."

Kat waved him off, and took a gulp of her rum. "Not in the mood for questions Joe. At least, I'm not in the mood to answer any." She paused and stared the man right in the eye, wich made him gulp slightly. "Tell me, do people still talk of the Kat of Tortuga?"

The man shook his head "Oh not like they used to... not like they used to at all." He shruged and smiled a bit "You've been gone to long."

Kat nodded. "I thought as much. Oh well, it can't be helped." She sighed, and settling back, pulled her hat back down over her eyes, signaling the conversation was over. The Bartender stood, and walked away, glancing back every now and then at the strange young woman. He shook his head as he went back to his duties. He never would have thought, that the frightened young child he took in when her mother died, would grow up to be such a monster.

"Poor poor Amelia... if you only knew what yore daughter had become." He said with a slight chuckle.

(omg >.< sorry for the massive post people. I just really got into it. If you want to skip it thats fine, and I'll give you a summery of it later :-P )

[Aaron Fletcher]

Aaron sighed and shook his head "Aye... I'm still alive. Not quite sure why. I guess it's because I was never forward with her. Never made any advancments if ya know what I mean. But I seen her kill many men. Some o' them bein' my friends even. She's ruthless, and wont let you forgit it." He leaned forward and took a moment to run a hand over his clean shaven face.

"No one knows really who Kat is. She never talks o' where she's been or what she does. All I know is that back when I was working for 'The Boss' or rather me father, she suddenly appeared, and began taking our jobs away. See, we was supposed ta make sure that if someone was needed dead... that they were dead. Well along comes this woman who could do the job quicker, cleaner, and more heartless then any o' us could do it. Eventually, an aliance was struck, and in return for not takin' all of the jobs, she could join the squad and get paid for 'er work. I was usualy the one who would come to tell her about jobs, and pay 'er when they were done. We never talked, but I respected her, and in a way, as the 'the Boss's' son she respected me. We still didn't like each other all that much though." Aaron made a small face, and took a sip from his mug. "It went fine for a while... then the trouble started."

She started demanding more and more money for her services. She was still the best, and she knew it. There were jobs that only she could handle, and my father knew it. He had ta comply, or he would wind up dead, or with handful of people who needed to be dead and weren't." Aaron leaned back. "I never did really find out what happened. All I know is that Suddenly Kat dissapeared, and my father was the reason for it. There was talk o' murder, banishment, even slavery. No one really knew. I haven't seen her in a long time... but Im betting she knows it was 'The Boss', and so... I doubt we're on speaking terms."

Aaron shrugged and finished off the last bit of his rum. "And tha's the story. Well I'm all done. I'm gettin' out o' here. I'll find Bossa or somethin'" he stood up, and with one last almost nervous glance to the corner, walked out of the pub.