It had taken quite awhile to get to the port town of Cabala. His ship had been destroyed in a freak storm but luckily he had survived. Heh, yeah right, what a load of bullshit! The guy had murdered his crew in cold blood, having each fight to the death opposite a worth opponent with the promise that the winner would be allowed to stay on his ship. Heh. Nope. The survivors were shot with their own guns as the captain walked down the line of saluting men. They had tried to back a mutiny against him, every last one, even the cook! Well, now they were paying for it at the bottom of the ocean, meetin' Davy Jones himself. However, that leaves him rather lacking in terms of a crew. Now then, that's why he was at this here town and his 'newly' commandeered ship was waiting just off the harbor. He needed a new crew whether he stole them from another captain or acquired them the old fashioned way, he needed men. With a slow and steady gate Glass Brazzen made his way into the Black Cat tavern. He wore a pair of loose fitting black pants tied at the ankles with twine along with a white baggy shirt. A tricorne rested atop his dark red hair and a black patch pressed over his left eye. The abrupt scent of alcohol stung his nose as he stepped inside and made his way to a seat at a table already full of miscreants. "Evenin' gents!" He wanted to just say 'who wants to join my crew' because he did have a name for himself, Glass Blade, but if this were another pirate's crew he needed to know who the captain was...and kill him. Then he could easily win his crew over.