The captain briskly walked the deck, his hands clasped behind his back as he watched his crew prepare the ship for docking. They had lowered their jolly roger and raised a flag with a gold lion head in the center and a purple background, this suggested that they were a merchant ship to the dock master and any naval ships nearby. Though the brig was much larger than most merchant ships they had never dealt with overly suspicious people before. But Chivise was one of the larger cities he'd usually dock in, which meant that there were always new faces working or wandering the docks. New faces meant new threats.
Across the deck one of the green crew members was messing around with a piece of contraband he was supposed to be hiding. Captain Cain Zeaks stomped his boot down on the thick wood, he narrowed his brows and clenched his jaw. The foolish crew member ceased his goofing off and went straight to work, fear flooding through his whole being.
Captain Cain turned piercing blue eyes up to the helm, seeing his twenty year old son with a childish excitement in his equally stunning sky blue eyes. This was one of the few times he allowed the boy to steer as they were coming into port and the barely contained grin made Cain less comfortable in allowing him to do it again. He walked up to the quarter deck, glancing at his first mate who was standing only a few feet behind his son, Pan. The first mate was a dark skinned man with dark eyes and a mess of dread locked hair pulled back into a loose pony-tail. The man's crooked smile was lacking of a few teeth, but out of the entirety of this crew Cain trusted only the boatswain as much as him. He handed the first mate a list of the supplies they're “delivering”. He watched Pan while the ship was being pulled to a stop, Pan hollered for the anchors to be dropped and then looked toward his father. The excitement gone almost immediately as he was hoping to escape to explore the city he hadn't been in since he was a young boy. “Finish your chores.” Cain said sternly, he refused to allow his son to grow up spoiled and without any sense of what hard work is even if there was no need for him to do those chores.
Pan let out a childish groan, his shoulders slouching. “Do I have to, Dad?”
“Yes, you do. If you ever want to captain a ship, you need to be sufficient in doing your own duties.” Cain held back a smile as Pan sighed over dramatically. He winced as he felt a stabbing pain in his chest and an unwanted fury tried to creep up, his fists clenched in an attempt to control himself.
“Fine, I'll do them.” Pan said and walked off as he father bade him to leave. He went about his chores in frustration, aching to go explore and be free of his father's infuriating rules. The chores took less than two hours for him to complete. As soon as the boatswain gave him the okay, he grabbed his coin purse and made a run for the lively city. Upon first glimpse there's scarcely dressed woman standing outside of taverns beckoning lonely men in for a drink and table top games. The temptations didn't bother him, he continued forward and made his way deeper into the city. Before he left the main street of the docks he nabbed a silk scarf from a lady while she was busy dealing with her child throwing a tantrum.
The young pirate stuffed the scarf into his pocket and looked around at the tall buildings, the further into the city he went the smaller they became and the more wooden structures were spread out, the ones nearest the port were made from brick and stone.
Chivise bustled with many working citizens and lightly armored guards who helped when they wouldn't stray far from their posts. Pan passed unnoticed by the guards and he entered the main market street, stalls of clothes, jewels, or baskets lined the streets, accompanied by stalls with many foods, vegetables at one stall, fruit at another, and freshly cooked items between those and the meat stalls. The lane was a harem of scents; baking bread, spices, cooking meat and rotting meat wafted the air.
The Market Lane was the cleanest of the streets as there were no residential buildings here, only businesses. Therefore the entire road was cobblestones, without fear of human refuse staining the hard work.
Pan made his way even further through, he snatched a couple samples from the stalls that cooked up and sold food to passing shoppers, he found the tallest of the buildings further in town. One made of smooth stone and had a couple of guards standing tiredly at the doors in front. With a mischievous grin Pan mad his way around the back of the building, he looked around at new street, once satisfied with the lack of attention he was getting he pulled out a small jar of black paint along with a brush, he set to work on the smooth stone. His finished his masterpiece with a cheerful chuckle, he glanced to the side when he heard someone whispering, he saw two teen boys coming in his direction, hat rims covering their faces. Pan ran for the nearest alley and watched them curiously as the admired his art just in time for two guards to come up behind them.
The boys went to run, but only one escaped. The captured one screamed in distress, “hey!” Her disguise was foiled and the guards chuckled when as the held the girl tight during her struggles to get free. “I didn't do it, let me go!” She looked to her hesitating friend. “Mara, get Papa!”
“You're coming with us.” One of the guards said and pulled her closer to him, smirking nastily to her.
“Your Papa isn't going to get you out of trouble for this.” The second guard said with a snide grin as he stepped up behind her.
A courage weld up inside Pan as he watched the girl get harassed by the guards, a courage born from the heroic tales his father told him many times when he was a child. He drew the pistol that hung at his hip in a oversize belt and ran from the alley.
“Let the lady go or your balls can join my painting on the wall.” Pan shouted and aimed his flintlock for the crotch of the guard coming up behind behind the girl.
The guard doesn't hesitate to unhook the crossbow on his hip and draw it to aim at Pan. “Put your weapon down. This is your only warning.”
Pan smirked. “Or what?” He radiated cockiness so much so that he didn't expect for the bolt of the crossbow to slice over his hand as a warning shot. Pan swore loudly and dropped the pistol, holding his hand with the other.
The bowman ran over, kicked the flintlock away and shoved Pan against the wall. As soon as his hands were tied behind his back the two of them were led to the guard building in the middle of the city. They were tossed into the same cell.
The girl stumbled in and caught her self with a yelp of pain. She took only a second to look at the fresh scrape on her hand before scurrying over to the corner. She watched silently as Pan cursed the guards in every profane way he learned on with the pirates.