The Family Business [Closed]

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His boots clicked softly but profound with every step he took. His mind kept itself a blank slate, allowing his sense of observation to remain undisturbed as he moved through the Jaya port locale of Mock Town. Even through the eerily calm grounds of this place he knew he couldn't relax even for a second. The town was notorious for how many pirates frequented the place. It was a safe haven of sorts where the peace wasn't always easy to keep, but at least the pirates knew their manners to some degree. No, there hadn't been any big significant incidents happened to the citizens a of late. However, with the recent huge jailbreak in further waters everyone was talking about this new pirate era.

Sometimes Ringley felt as if he'd picked the best and worst profession to pursue. While there were bounties-a-plenty to be collecting, these pirates were not messing around with their ability and capability these days. Men were getting scarier and scarier with how much power there was to seize for themselves. Confident in his ability to keep himself alive, Ringley was a bit unsure as to what would transpire on a day-to-day basis. Perhaps there would come a time where a swashbuckler would get as so bold as to implement his own will over Mock Town... With these thought's his mind quickly flashed to his older brother, the vice mayor Bailey. His brother through all the eccentric living, was a good man. While he did have his hands in deep with the pirates that frequented this place, he was sure to establish some form of decency with the men of the sea. Bailey was respected, no one wanted to cross him on a bad day. Even Ringey was hopping his sibling was in good spirits as he perused through the town in search of him.

He was sure that he'd eventually cross path's with the man. Bailey was proactive in patrolling the streets of Mock Town. Some would use the position of Vice Mayor and take advantage of the title. He'd heard of so many men to come before Bailey, lazy, corrupt, and completely inefficient at doing their civil service to this town. Not Bailey. That simply didn't fit the man's modus operandi. Ringley's hands would slide deep into his pockets as he continued to keep his eyes forward, but still warily watching all around him. He would close in on the highly frequented 'parlor' district of the town. He could already hear the midday merry-making of loud and drunk men. Ringley would reserve judgment against them. They were enjoying everyday as if it were their last. With the unpredictable nature the sea-faring life provided, it was much warranted. A few eyes would lock in on him, as he'd noticed a few heads turning his way. While Bailey was a man of the town, and respected to a degree, being a bounty hunter Ringley's presence was always met with slight contention and general distrust. Nearly all of these pirate patrons of the town carried with them a bounty hanging over their heads. It was unknown if Ringley would ever be looking to collect that, or simply bid them a good day. Personally, Rngley preferred to not shit where he laid his head, and was always reluctant to hunt in the town. However, as a professional he'd never tell a soul of his personal conditions.

He continued past a few shanties, getting closer and closer to the market section of the town. He was sure Bailey would be there, the big guy did love to show off his physically imposing stature where it would best be seen. The markets were some of the highest frequented places on the entire island. Everyone came to Mock Town to sell, buy, or exchange something. Plus with a decent amount of berri to his name after his last job, he figured that he could do a little window shopping for himself until Bailey arrived on the scene. His paced picked up slightly as he continued on, weaving and moving himself through the walking crowds of islanders. He paid no true attention to the eyeballing pirates. Everyone would eventually met their worst, but today was simply not that day...