An Unlikely Meeting [Private]

Everyone was having a good time, and hopefully not getting caught for any of the trouble he was sure they would cause. However, instead of joining in with the rest of his crews' pursue of a good night like usually would, Francis was by the docks. His gaze was focused on the sea, watching the waves ebb and rock the ships coming in. He was starting to be concerned that they may be at this town for too long with how the weather had been recently, and today it didn't seem like it was going to change by tomorrow.

It wasn't that the weather was currently unfit for sailing. The wind was strong enough to carry any ship on its way, but not strong enough to become unmanagable. Unfortunately it was going in the wrong direction for where his ship needed to go. If it didn't let up soon, he would have to change his plans. There was no way they could remain here for any longer than they already had.

He tried to put a hand into a pocket that wasn't there. Glancing down, he only remembered that he wasn't wearing his usual attire. Of course he couldn't just walk around like a pirate captain here. Though when he was near the sea it was sometimes so easy to forget that he was wearing land-lubber attire to blend in since he wasn't on his ship. Another reason he couldn't wait to get out of this town.

Now how to pass the time? He turned and walked along the dock, thinking of browsing around. There were enough thieves and shady merchants here that may sell something he'll find of interest.

Francis glanced over a stall but quickly figured he wasn't interested in it. Though as soon as he turned away to look at another stall, someone had run right into him and before he knew it he was on the ground. "Ouille... you should watch where you're going." As soon as he looked up to see who had bumped him, he froze for a moment and stared.

That face, it was so familiar. He could have sworn he had seen Matthew in it. But it couldn't be. The hair was all wrong, and even the eyes looking at him was the wrong shade. Then there was the voice, for one he could actually hear this boy quite easily, despite all the noise around them. He'd never be able to hear Matthew that easily.

Without thinking on it he had taken the younger man's hand to pull himself up.

After his hesistation in thought, he shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Most of the men here would be more than happy to find a reason for a fight here." Once he realised he was standing again he began to brush off any dust on his outfit, also making sure to straighten the material out as well. Even after a fall he had to make sure to look his best.

Once he was back on his feet he was taking a quick check to make sure that he hadn't dropped anything. He couldn't be careless with items around here, if something was dropped there was a good chance someone had made off with it within seconds. Fortunately - or possibly unfortunately - he hadn't seen anything of his scattered on the ground.

Focus back on the boy in front of him, Francis quickly sized him up. He was taller but not by much. He had a quite innocent looking face. His eyes had a sparkle that only those with an unbreakable hope could have. Shoulders were broad. Build seemed to be fairly fit. As far as Francis could see, the younger male was indeed strong but didn't have the instinct in him to be a true threat. Or he was an excellant liar.

"I'm here for the sea breeze." Along with the sight of the magnificant sea itself. "On the streets it can get very crowded and stuffy there. Sometimes you need to get away for some fresh air." That wasn't even the half of it. However he felt he could conveniently leave out the part about trying to judge what tomorrow's weather would be like in hopes of not needing to replan his route to leaving this dock. Plus it was keeping him away from those damned authorities riding their horses all high and mighty throughout the town.

He caught attention to how the other looked at him. A small smile appearing on his face. Either he was being checked out or assessed as a possible danger. Whatever the reason, he didn't mind both possibilities. "Hum... I am surprised though. With your looks, you would think those skirts would be chasing you, non?"

Francis nodded, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "It's also a good place to come and think. You don't have to worry about being bumped into for blocking the path or having merchants coming up to you for a sell and making you lose your track of thought." As he said this, he could hear some merchant yelling out a sale and price of something, attempting to attract attention to his goods. "Well... you mostly can avoid that here." Noisy merchants were everywhere, there really was nowhere to get away from them.

So the boy came from another ship? It was a quick glance around the ships near by, seeming as casual and off-handed as he could. He wondered which ship it was and if he knew the ship, although he couldn't look at any of the ships for long or it'd be obvious he was searching.

"Oh it can be enjoyable if you find the right person to do it with. And not everyone charges for it." Or even if they did, you could easily steal back from them in their sleep. At least that was Francis' usual tactic whenever he had to pay for it. Even with his charms, one or two nights was definitely not enough to get a woman into bed if it wasn't already her occupation. "I suppose having luck on your side with how easy the woman is too can help."

He paused for a short moment as his name was asked. Alfred - as he called himself - came from another ship. That would mean there was a chance of running into the other again, so he certainly didn't want to know him on such a personal basis. However, as he didn't appear to be wearing a naval officer's suit, he probably didn't know of the different pirates by name out there. Though on the off chance he did, Francis knew it wasn't worth the risk. Besides, it never hurt to be cautious. "You may call me Jean." It was his common alias, one he was certain many of his own crew would be familiar with, but knew better than to think it was his real name.

"How long is your captain expecting to be docked? The wind hasn't been looking favourable for departing ships recently."

"I suppose. They do manage to sell things here that you don't get to see often." Too bad Francis wasn't much of the type to buy things. Not that he doesn't like to shop, oh no, he loved it. But he much rather be stealing anything than wasting his hard-fought-for gold on it. Such is the life of a pirate.

His eyes had subconsciously drifted to something the nearest merchant was holding, but they were too far away for him to see clearly what they were holding. It didn't matter though, since as soon as he was trying to make out the shape of the object his head snapped around to face Alfred again. "Sex? Not pleasurable?" Was that even a possibility? No way could he believe anyone to not find it pleasurable, clearly the people Alfred was doing with had to just be bad at it. However it was soon brushed off, and Francis didn't try to go on. "I'm hoping to leave the moment the wind is favourable. I feel like I've been here for too long."

Obviously leaving anytime today wouldn't be happening, and he was almost doubting tomorrow would be any better. A late night tonight wouldn't hurt. "Well if you'll be here for five days you might as well make the best of it. Some drinks will do you good." He began to walk ahead, though soon turning around to look back at Alfred. "Come. I'll show you where the better travens are. Besides, at this time you could do with some food too." If he was going to go out to get drunk the last late night here, he might as well have some company with him.