Henry was ready for this journey to take flight. He had been docked at the port for several days now, and he still had not seen sight of the person he was after. He knew he had time to wait, but Henry just wasn't that type of person to wait for long. He enjoyed being out in the open air, steering his airship to wherever it may go. Not be docked at a floating port, waiting for someone he wasn't even sure was still here or not. He hadn't seen the boy in quite some time, but he was sure that he hadn't moved or disappeared. But one could only tell with waiting, and that just brings him back to square one. Henry licked his soft pale lips and ran his fingers through his soft pale blonde hair. Everything was pale about him. His hair, his lips, his skin tone, even his eyes. He chuckled at the thought and slowly walked down the ramp that led to his air ship, and out onto the dock. He walked a ways to get into the beginning of the town of Tremilian. It wasn't a very big port town, but he liked it that way. For after all, he was the great and powerful pirate Henry Lockshfurd. Henry's leather boots made a soft "clunk" on the wooden planks of the dock, and he tipped his head to the men and women who did their daily business. As Henry neared the heart of the town, a warm and enticing scent wafted past his nostrils and he licked his lips and grinned in the direction of the scent. The aroma was coming from a small bakery on the corner. He smiled crookedly and strolled into the bakery. The smell got even stronger, and it made Henry's mouth water. A small and plump woman was working behind the counter and he smiled at her charmingly and picked up a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread. He reached into his frock coat pocket and grabbed a few copper pieces and handed it over to the woman. She smiled gratefully and went back to doing her business. The only time Henry would not steal, was if it was from a woman or child, or if it was in a nice town such as this one. He didn't need his reputation coming out into the open in small ports like this one. The small ports gave him coal and supplies for his ship, and he didn't want to ruin that.