Saturday
12:15 PM
Partly Cloudy, 76F

Ecstatic. That would be the appropriate way to describe Chasity as she disembarked from the boat that had transported her from Orange Town to Logue Town with nothing but a big smile on her face and a hop in her step. It was understandable considering this town was the first of many she was visiting on her tour of the four blues and this was her first time in a place not named Orange Town. Though she had never been in the town before now, she had heard stories from her father and so, she wasn’t completely ignorant about the place. She even had a short list of places she wished to visit whilst she wondered the town and with a plan to stick around for at least three days, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be able to see all the tourist attractions.

After she spent a moment to admire the town and take a deep breath, Chasity entered the town. Though looking for a place to stay for the next three days was on her list of things to do, it was sort of in the middle. At the top? Visiting the exact location where Kenzo was executed. She had heard a lot about the location, the stories of Logue Town her father told her usually circle back to that event, so she was naturally intrigued. She’d make finding a place to stay for the night a priority after lunch, if she could remember to do that.

First, she needed to get directions to where the execution was held and for that she would need to ask one of the locals. Luckily for her, Chasity was far from quiet and shy, so finding someone to talk to wouldn’t be hard and perhaps she’ll make a friend while she was at it. It took no more than a minute for her to find somebody that looked knowledgeable of the area and she approached them from the side with no hesitation.

“Neh, can ya point me towards Kenzo’s execution spot.”

She said as she waved her hand, stopping just out of arms reach of the stranger.

To say she didn’t know what she had expected from asking a complete stranger directions to an execution spot would be a lie. But saying she hadn’t expected the man to say he was also in search of it in wave her off would be true. With nothing but assumptions tucked under her belt, Chasity had thought he would know and point her in the direction, she would ask if he could her there personally since she didn’t want to get lost and he would oblige. Him walking off was definitely not a part of any plans she had whipped up in her head, so she was a little taken back.

She watched him for a solid seven seconds before snapping out of her stupor and running after him. Now, she may have left him alone if he hadn’t said he was looking for the exact same place she was, but then again Chasity had a knack of forcing social interactions with people regardless of their feelings. This dark-haired man, whatever his name may be, would be no different.

“Hey, wait!”

She said loudly as she arrived to the left of him. She was no longer running, but she was walking briskly, taking three steps for every one he made. Chasity looked up at him, paying little attention to the road up ahead.

“Why don’t we look for the execution spot together, mister? I am Chasity, by the way.”

Chasity was pleased. Anyone with half a brain would be able to infer that from the obnoxiously large smile on her face and for a good reasons. She got a name out of the tall, darkly dressed man that had so rudely waved her off earlier without a fight or needing to ask twice. Sure, Mar didn’t sound like a complete name, but it was good enough for her and she would not press him any further than she had already on that specific subject.

She was oblivious to her surroundings, her attention glued to Mar and so she didn’t hear the sound of a runaway horse drawn carriage or the screams of a few people until it was too late. Time seemed to slow down for Chasity has she turned her head towards the threat, her eyes growing wide as she stood frozen, her mind frozen in shock. She would’ve, no doubt, been seriously harmed or killed because she gawked instead of moving out of the way, but Mar’s saved her from what could’ve been a lengthy stay at the local hospital or an early death.

With the force used to yank her out of the way, Mar ended up falling onto his back with Chasity on top of him. It took her a moment for her mind to catch up and determine she wasn’t one with the dirt road. It also took it a moment to register that she was on top of her companion for the day. She perked up immediately, pushing her hands against Mar’s chest as she looked into his eyes and blurted out, “thanks.”

She got on her feet pretty quickly, offering Mar’s assistance. Now, one may feel a little sheepish in this situation, avoiding eye contact with their savior due to embarrassment, but not Chasity. No, she was more worried about rather or not Mar’s hurt himself, totally forgetting she almost died since she wasn’t injured in any way.

“Are you okay?”

She’d probably feel the effects of landing on a chest plate tomorrow, but for now, Mar’s concerned glances were just confusing to Chasity. She wasn’t the one who had one hundred and six pounds of girl fall on him. She didn’t say anything though, chalking it up to an adult being concerned for the safety of a child as they were prone to do.

To her credit, she didn’t feel slighted when Mar’s decided that he could get back on his feet without her assistance. She knew she wouldn’t have been of much help to begin with thanks to her small fram, but it was the gesture that mattered. She didn’t bother commenting on his comment on the irresponsible carriage owner, simply nodding her in agreement then shaking it as if she couldn’t fathom who would hand such a person a license to own anything. It was a good thing she didn’t butt in since Mar’s finished his introduction, fully introducing himself as Marcel - which proved Chasity’s theory that Mar’s wasn’t his full name.

“Nice to meet you, Marcel.”

She said, a grin on her face and a chipper tone to her voice. A tone of voice that would vanish in favour of a more serious one, her smile falling from her face as she stood at attention saluted Marcel. But she would only be able to hold it long enough to say, “yes sir,” before the smile was back on her face. Now that the danger that was the carriage was gone and her stern talking out of the way, Chasity thought it was high time the two got back to their original objective - play where’s Waldo in Logue Town.

She hopped to his left side, looking up at him with that big smile for a second before turning her eyes on the road. Sure, she was very excited right now, but one close call with death was all she was going to have today and to make sure she didn’t have another brush with the entity, she thought paying attention would be a good start. That and staying on the other side of Marcel, closer to the buildings, so he didn’t have to yank her out of harms way again.

“Off to see the wizard!”

She proclaimed before confidently marching down the street.

Slow. That was probably what the people of Logue Town thought of Chasity as she merrily skipped at Marcel’s side. And they would be correct for the fourteen-year-old had never been good at reading the atmosphere or people in general, at least not as quickly as everyone else was able to. So, whilst the people had been giving her companion looks that would set any normal person’s alarm bells off, she wouldn’t realize until the encounter with the cashier.

Though visiting a local shop hadn’t been on Chasity’s agenda, she walked into the quaint shop. Her reason for being there? Absolutely unknown to the blonde, her companion having failed to mention he believed someone in the establishment may know of the place they both sought. Yet, she was very happy that he had taken them on this detour for the sweets on display made her mouth water and though she was not hungry, she could definitely consume something. One problem, she really hadn’t the money to spend on delicacy. She had money for boat fare, lodging, and food.

Lucky for her, Marcel pretty much offered to buy her something and since she wasn’t the sort of person to look a gifted horse in the mouth, she immediately pointed at a slice of chocolate cake. Now, she didn’t know the specifics of the cake, but it looked like chocolate and that was enough for Chasity.

She grinned at Marcel before glancing over at the cashier, who was, oddly enough, acting weird. Now that she thought about it, the shop had grown eerily quiet since the two walked in and she couldn’t help but check why. Their attention seemed to be on her companion, but the reason was lost on her. So, Chasity decided to ignore them, turning her attention back to Marcel with a smile on her face. She had intentions of asking him why everyone was staring at him so weirdly once they left, but for now…

“All the chocolate in the world. Don’t you agree, Marcel?”

She was definitely watching now. The cashier’s fear of her companion was clear for everyone as slow to notice stuff as Chasity to see. The only thing that stumped her was why the cashier was being, dare she say, obnoxiously afraid of Marcel. If he was a bad person that terrorized these blues, surely she would’ve heard about him in one of her father’s many stories. Perhaps it was his family people seemed afraid of, though she couldn’t be certain of that since she only got a first name. But, she guessed it could explain the irrational fear the residents had towards Marcel.

“Thank you!”

She chirped as she took the bag from Marcel. She peeked inside for no more than five seconds and she was tempted to consume her treat right then and there, but she managed to exercise self-control. Besides, she would just eat her cake when they were on the road again. In-between mouthfuls of chocolate, she would interrogate him. It was a sound plan to Chasity, she just needed to avoid getting distracted. It was easier said than done. Her father had told her she always had the attention span of a gold fish and not much has changed through the years.

It was time to go. Chasity waved goodbye to the occupants before stepping back onto the streets of Logue Town only to hear one thing as they walked away from the shop. The sound of a very upset stomach, courtesy of Marcel. She didn’t resist the urge to giggle. There was really no point in doing so. Since he was kind enough to buy her cake, she would be kind enough to share it. She held the bag up.

“We can share, but…”

She trailed off, a devilish smile spread across her face.

“After you tell me why the cashier was scared. Deal?”

Chasity narrowed her eyes. It was clear that she didn’t trust him initially, the girl feeling like her companion should be fully aware of why everyone treated him poorly. Annoyance at this fact would’ve been the emotion she jumped, but something told her he genuinely didn’t know. So, she decided that she would assist him in figuring that out as she took a bite out of the cake, quickly handing it to Marcel.

She inspected him closely. She determined she hadn’t seen him on any recent wanted posters nor heard of him, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t done something deemed wrong in the eyes of the people. Chasity wouldn’t immediately jump to him being a bad person, maybe somebody who made a mistake whilst on the island and just didn’t realize it. Pirate was out of the question since the stories she had heard about them made them out to be the worst people to ever walk the earth and Marcel was the opposite of that.

There was a chance he was simply acting, but she didn’t want to think ill of her companion. She’ll ask him, she hadn’t made her dislike for all things pirate known, or at least she didn’t, and that could definitely be used to her advantage if he didn’t catch on.

“Hm. Are you a loan shark?”

She asked nonchalantly. She stared at him for a moment before grinning.

“People don’t like those.”