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Sokka Sokka was walking across the beach, his sword slung over his shoulders and more or less nudging the sand as he went. He uhhhh... he looked out of place. Like so, so out of place. he had fairly nice clothes, his point purse was out in the open, a fancy sword on his shoulders. He looked more like someone's rich kid than anyone who belonged in a place like this.

Then his eyes lit up when he saw some jewelry. "Oh! I've got to have this! this comb is awesome, what's it made of, real sea shells?" "... Uhhh... sure kid." After a few minutes the transaction was done and Sokka pocketed the new trinket, walking towards the beach, already getting a few more views than was healthy for him. Dork. How had he not died ages ago?
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa was smart enough to be wearing a more locally suitable long coat while she was here, she stuck out sure but not as much as one would if she was wandering with the normal sort of clothing she wore visable it might cause problems, she was here to hunt for information and to be honest? Get a crate of rum for her own ship's stores. Better than the half synathic stuff that seems to be all she can find back home. Still she'd stand out with the blue hair though. With the meeting for the information still some time off she was hoping to see if she could snag the tum first, she has no idea what she's going to be blundering into herself.
Captain Flint A dinghy comes ashore, bearing a few pirates and one chest. Sokka and Kotone aren't the only ones who look out of place here, as they'll soon find out. Making landfall, the pirates exit, tromping up the beach with the chest in tow. It looks far, far too technologically advanced to be in the hands of eighteenth century pirates, and if the proud looks on their faces are any indication, they're entirely aware. It's a grey thing, and sleek, with a keypad on the front for secure entry. Whatever's in there, it's heavy, as it takes two burly pirates on either side to properly carry.

     It's also clearly of value--and while most of the men seem more than happy with that, two seem preoccupied. One, a surly bald-headed man with a scar across his eye, seems bitter, as if securing a prize like this has somehow inconvenienced him. Another, who, by his position at the front, seems to be a leader of sorts, seems to be somewhere else--until he notices the men with the crate approaching Sokka.

     "You there--clear out," he calls, trying to warn Sokka of an impending collision.
Sokka Sokka glanced over, cocking an eye. Huh, quite a few of them. Wait, crate? Why was there--

He quickly moved to the side, letting the crate go by. Then he saw some of the things on it and he gasped. "Oh. My. Gosh! That's one of those computer things isn't it? That's so cool! What's in it? Is it something rare? Awesome? Maybe some kind of strange advanced ancient texts from a species that is now extinct but was, in its time, incredibly advanced? Or Maybe some kind of magic technology thingy? Or maybe just a really small boat? Oh, oh! Maybe diaries of some bygone age?"

What was wrong with this boy? And he was following the group now. Seems they'd caught his interest. Oh dear.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa has experiance to know not to look at these sorts of people funny, and to be ready for trouble if it happens. She knows the multiverse is an odd place a very odd place after all and ehern she notices the chest? She pauses and stares for a moment, she's about to pass it off as the crew of pirates being smart, adapting to the multiverse fast and making a score. She doesn't like everything that goes on but she picks and choses her fights.

THen she pauses at the logo on the chest and her eyes go wide for a second, she knows the markings on the chest.

Then she hears Sokka ask about what in it's. "I'd have no idea and I'm not so sure I'd want to know."

She's eyeing the logo on the container, if the Pirates are paying attention some might see the woman seems to know the logo.
Captain Flint "Fuck off," replies the man with the scar, which elicits a chuckle from the man in front.

     "Mr. Singleton," says the front man chastisingly. "Is that any way to treat a guest from the Multiverse?" He looks over his shoulder at Sokka and gives a convivial smile. "Captain Flint," he says, "of the Walrus." Flint extends a hand in greeting to the young swordsman, continuing to walk towards the town proper.

     The man called Singleton scoffs at the captain's hospitality, but Flint doesn't allow the display to bother him much. "If you'd care to know what's in the chest, you're more than welcome to inquire at the consignment shop. If you've the capital, you might even walk away with it. I'd rather not invite frustration by naming its contents plainly, you understand." He flicks his sea colored eyes towards Kotone, who seems slightly more aware of her surroundings.

     "Might I ask you and your friend about your business in Nassau?" he nods to both Sokka and Kotone.
Sokka Sokka blinked, then shook his hand. "Sokka of the southern water tribes." He then paused. He glanced over to the girl who had walked over as well. He flashed her what he thought was a charming grin. "Why hello," he said smoothly. Alas, it was wayyyy too obvious he was trying to be flirty. He then glanced back towards the box. "Ohhhh, well, I'll just have to see it, then."

He paused. "Though I don't really have much money, but never hurts to just browse." He walked with the man. "Me? Well, mostly got lost. Decided to go exploring while Toph was busy, took a few wrong turns and ended up here. So, how'd you find that? You guys archeologists?" ... he was serious.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa looks to Singleton for a moment and listne to him she thinks for half a moment before she replies "I may be interested and I understand. You wish to sell it and for all the men involved ot get their cut, am I not right? I will very likely do tht at the store and my own bustiness? I'm after something far more mundane, than whatever the contents of the chest is. A crate or two of decent quality rum for my own ship."

She looks over to Sokka for a moment grinning a him for a moment. She is clearly flattered for a moment she knows he's just being a bit of a dork still she's in good spirits.

"Hello to you as well Sokka was is?"

She stops, she stares at Sokka for a moment looks to Flint and his men and back to Sokka it's clear she gets what profession the men were in.
Captain Flint Another bald man, this one with a horseshoe mustache, a tattoo of the Eye of Providence on his head, and a much friendlier demeanor than Singleton, scoffs at Sokka, smirking incredulously. "Christ," he utters, shooting a sidelong glance at Flint to see what the captain will do.

     "We negotiated for its exchange," says Flint evenly. Of course, Kotone is bound to see all of this for what it is. A port town with no official harbor or dock system, a beach full of dirty, tattooed vagabonds hauling cargo and milling about beneath tents. He nods as he notes the recognition in her eyes. "If it's money you're after, you've come to the right place. Nassau is eager to trade with the multiverse, and you'll not find a shortage of work, if you've the stomach for it."

     "What he means is," interjects Singleton. "This here's a place for people who hold onto what's theirs and don't give it away on the order of some king."

     Flint's expression hardens slightly, but he seems determined not to let his welcoming facade falter. "If it's rum your after, my men secured a haul a fortnight ago. I don't believe we've found a buyer yet."
Sokka Sokka nods. "Really? Nah, I'm not much of a drinker. Tried some old tiger-whale rum back in the south pole, really wasn't to my liking. And that's fine. I'm not really from around here and don't follow any king. We kind of... have more of a council in the water tribes. And even that's been kind of off and on again while we deal with everything after the war."

He glanced back to Kotone, giving her a grin as he moved up besides her. "Soooo. I don't think I've ever seen hair like that before. Dyed, right? Name's Sokka, master swordsman, fierce warrior, brilliant tactician and greatest haiku slinger in ba sing se." No one could prove he made all that up. "Come here often, Kotone?" Gave her a little wink. "You know, a cute thing like you could--" And it was then he kicked a stone on accident. It shot up, bounced off a crate, hit a low hanging rope, loosened it, made the bucket thatwas on the end tip over and... just dump a bucket of water on his head. moments before the bucket itself fell down and covered his face.

"Gahhhh!" He toppled back, reaching up and tossing the bucket off, coughing and sputtering.

The fates did not agree with his gestures it seemed.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa nods does not press about the cargo given who it was? It was likely better in the hands of these band of likely Pirates than in the hands of the eye. Seriously she'd seen how they managed things and had to clean up a few of their messes in her early days in the multiverse. She is wisely not going to press them about such a topic on likely what is their home port, this reminded her of a city where she'd gone to pick up hardware back home, really.

"That's what I'd be expecting and as for that? I would be interested in picking up such, or at least a portion of it, if it's not too much trouble I am keeping you from getting your cargo delivered."

She steps back a bit she looks Sokka for a moment.

"Kotone Yamakawa and I'm just another nobody for for the hair humm no it's that colour and first tim..." She watches the rope and can't help but burst out laughing at it. It was too darn funny not to, how did something like that even happen.
Captain Flint Kotone isn't the only one who find it funny! Singleton snorts, the other bald man smirks, and the other couple of pirates break into a chorus of derisive laughter. "Be off into town," instructs Flint. "I'll not be long."

     He receives nods of acknowledgment from his men, who head further inland with the cargo, towards the town of Nassau itself. Flint remains behind, his lips turned upwards in a slightly diagonal grin, offering Sokka a red neckerchief to at least partly dry himself. Looking over to Kotone, he waves his other hand to allay her concerns. "No more of that," he says. "Trade is trade. If you'll have one barrel or the whole load, my crew would be all the happier."

     Should Sokka manage to dry himself satisfactorily, Flint then returns his attention to the would-be charmer. "Trying to build a legend, Mr. Sokka?"
Sokka Sokka was in the midst of razzle frazzling as he took the handkerchief and wiped his face, shaking his head and then looking up. "Huh?" His cheeks burned red as the girl laughed at him. ah, his one weakness.

He then paused at that. "A legend? yeah... that's... really not ever going to happen to someone like me," he said with a chuckle. "My world is filled with people with magic. I'm just a guy with a fancy sword." Aw, seems the whole having all that water dumped on his face knocked out his spark.

He then blinked. "Had a play done about me once, was pretty insulting, to be honest. As if all I do is eat meat and tell bad jokes. I do sarcasm too," he said with a chuckle. "Though, play had a horrible ending. As if we'd lose the war."

Then glanced to Kotone. "Nahhhhh. I'm sure you're plenty special. You're especially cute, at least." He held out the handkerchief to Flint. "Thanks."
Kotone Yamakawa The Worst news for Sokka is Kotone cna upload anything she experiances. She seems to calm down after a moment or so aqt Sokka. "Seems yur a bit ... all wet Sokka." She now turns her attention to the captain. "A single barrel should do for my needs for some time if your willing I'd like to have the sale arranged today."

She looks to Sokka for a moment.

"Magic, spirits, I have found every legend you know is true somewhere in the multiverse.

"Really? Sounds like a pretty trashy play. You just don't give up do you Sokka?"

She's amused but it's clear Sokka is just striking out though? She's not at least punching him, right? This could be a mistake but one she's going to keep making for the moment.
Captain Flint "An unflattering depiction," notes the captain, who then smiles knowingly. Flint elects to quote Marcus Aurelius in an effort to raise spirits. "Let not your mind run on what you lack as much as on what you have already." he says to Sokka. "There's not a man on this island, or even in England, who doesn't know my name, and I've never had a play written about me. If you carry that sword for more than just decoration, then keep practicing. Someday, you'll surprise even yourself--to say nothing of those around you who take their magic for granted."

     The matter of business catches the captain's attention, and he turns, twirling his waxed mustache. "Is that so? If you'd like to leave the island with the rum in hand, Miss Guthrie's man at the consignment lot can certainly assist you." He looks from Sokka to Kotone, then. "I could show the both of you there, if you've the interest."
Sokka Sokka shook his head. "Me? Give up? Nahhhhh. I'm just realistic." He chuckled. "You don't become friends with the Avatar if you want to be a legend." He shrugged. "And yeah, I'm all wet. But that joke was just a little dry, wasn't it?" Then grinned. "But hey, at least I've got my buddy flint here, why, he's... practically on fire." Oh dear heavens the puns. Kotone would probably now know who he was. "Hope you don't mind if I call you Flint, I'd hate to have us start off with a rocky relationship."

"Ehhh, I'll take a looksy. Isn't much more I like than shopping! I actually picked up this awesome comb while I was here." he glanced to the sword. "Yeah. I think I've managed a few surprises in my time. Heh. Eh..." It didn't help that all of his friends weren't just magic, they tended to be in the top percentages, possibly the very best, at their particular magic. "But hey, who really needs a legend? I get by without one. Got friends, got family, got a few places I can lounge in the sun, what more do I need?"
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone looks to Captain Flint's offer.

"I shall have to take you up on your offer sir, thank you."

She looks to Sokka and she smirks a bit.

"You never know legends have come from the strangest places there's a few stories of things like that on my world. Those puns are going to bring you suffering Sokka someday, seriously they really are. Heh Math is the source code of reality at least where I'm from, and honestly if more people were like that? A lot more people would be happy. So let us go see where all the Rum has gone humm? To Miss Guthrie's shall we?"
Captain Flint Flint leads his guests to the warehouse in the middle of town. Nassau itself looks quite lived-in to use a charitable term--the paint on many a building is peeling off and the buildings themselves sometimes sit unevenly. Such is not the case with the consignment warehouse, but one can tell its constructrion was certainly an afterthought, and the design philosophy more spartan than the surrounding structures. A bored-looking man with a checklist and a quill serves as its caretaker, and with a sigh he notes the arrival of new customers.

     "I've some potential buyers here, with an interest in looking around." Flint advises the caretaker of Sokka and Kotone's intent, then excuses himself.

     "Mr. Sokka, Ms. Yamakawa. I've pressing concerns elsewhere, but please feel free to avail yourselves of Nassau for however long you stay." With that, he departs, blending into the crowd in a matter of moments, leaving the two to peruse the wares in consignment.