Frank had been traveling to the East Blue for a while and he could see not his destination but a landmark that showed that he was going the right way. He looked at his crew as they were itching to get on land and stretch their legs so better than keeping them waiting, he would order a dock at the nearest town. The ship docked and they moved out, keeping a few on board at a time to watch Annabel. The fresh air felt nicer than that of the sea water infused air they had been dealt for the last couple of days. They had gotten to the island at one of the most perfect of days as the sun was shinning brightly than it had in the past. Frank stretched his legs happy to be off of the sea for the time being as he was kind of getting annoyed with the whole sailing thing. He wondered how pirates were able to sail for the amount of time that it took them to misbehave and be put in check by the government dogs and not get fucking tired of the sea. He shook away the thoughts and headed away from where his ship was docked heading to the nearest town. He was not sure what island it was that he was on but anything currently was better than being on the sea. He was not used to that and was more of a land loving kind of revolutionary though he kind of kicked himself for the thought after he had already bought his ship.

He made it to the closest town and looked for some kind of mark or something. A sigh of relief took over his body as he saw a log post that had the information he was seeking. Orange Town? Neat. Shrugging, the kid was off.

Frank had been shuffling around Orange town for a few moments now and saw nothing of interest. Being honest to himself he did not see much of a purpose of being here other than it being for a pit stop but then again he had not been here long enough to make such a thought matter. The place kind of bothered him. There was not much here to make it stand out. Frank almost considered attacking it as a way of wiping it off of the mouth but he knew he would be reprimanded by his leader for going against the mission and causing unwanted and pointless attention to himself so for now he would quell his thirst for chaos and look around to bother someone else until his ship was restocked.

Crash. A loud thud followed by the ramblings of the neighbors around caused him to redirect his already unfocused attention like that to a goldfish with an actual something to do only to be distracted by the shiniest thing around. He was hooked by the sound and had to find out what happened. The voices of those around him turned him to that of a massive woman was in a pile of oranges. Frank listened as he heard the story of what happened to her. Clutzly fell into the oranges while trying to fish or something it seemed to have been. A small grin appeared on his face and a chuckle escaped his mouth as he was entertained, picturing her falling in the oranges and landing there silly like. He kind of felt bad but he had to keep his humor in this world otherwise there was no point in living anymore. Feeling bad for his thoughts, he figured it would be best to go ahead and assist her. He walked briskly to her, keeping his demeanor polite and kind as he did so and stuck his hand out. The smile on his face gave no sign of ill intentions and masked his earlier laughter well. Need some help miss?

Frank saw himself getting sidetracked and realized that he had forgot to answer the quiry that was presented. It would be rather rude to just ignore someone especially after already extending a hand to them in their supposed time of need so he retorted. Me? I am just a humble merchant sailing the seas and restocking here. I am more like a mercenary just for the merchant business. I assist whoever pays me. It keeps me alive and well and keeps me out of the affairs of the pirates and marines. Lying to a stranger had become the norm for Frank as trust was a rare commodity out on the seas. He did not know this woman that well so watching his toes was the best and at the moment, only option that presented itself to him. Who knows though? Perhaps things may turn out for the better. You asked me about myself and now it is my turn. Do you align yourself with the pirates or are you one of the marine hounds? Pardon the phrasing but my disdain for the world government is one thing I do not hide.

Pleasant was the woman whom he spoke to but Frank had been alive long enough to watch people and if they could be trusted or not. He would not be overtaken through will once again by that of a pretty face. He had grown up and had become smarter than that. Still she did not seem to be that of a problem and he could feel no evil or threatening vibes from her so he had no current reason to be as suspicious of her as he usually was of strangers. He would just always watch her with the side eye making his suspicions hidden so as not to alert her in case she actually did want to try something against him.
 
 
His ears kind of perked up at the mention of her occupation. A blacksmith was something that he did not currently have on his ship and though he know had the powers of the devil fruit, he knew there were still those that his powers would not effect. He needed a sword that would give him that ability. He suddenly had found a use for the woman aside for her peculiar conversation that he did not mind. This had become more about his broadening of ideals and less about random chitchat but nothing about his demeanor would give his thoughts away. He had become excellent at hiding his ways. The woman invited him for a drink. Frank retorted with a smile and a nod. Yes, a drink would be fun. He positioned himself to her side. My name is Frank. I would care to learn the name of the woman guiding me as well. Either way it is your lead.

The woman who invited him had offered to pay for his first drink. Naturally it would be considered impolent for a person to deny the gift that had been offered so Frank shrugged this time on the outside and ordered his drink. Whiskey and any soda you have . He spoke to the barkeep and then focused on his new aquaintance. So miss Chariot. What brought you to this island? I feel its very fun to learn what you can about other people that you meet and you seem like a nice enough person seeing as how you were kind enough to hook up my first drink. Frank kept his words polite and his demeanor that of the gentleman he was tought to be. His blushes and such were hidden and the general flirtation that he possessed was all but obsolete. He was playing this off perfectly.

The female's drink would not even be there for more than a second before she would quickly drink it. Lucas wondered if she had actually tasted it in the first place enough for it to taste like something aside from seawater. The woman, Chariot, appeared to be not only a person who was able to handle her liquor but also a person who was well experienced in the craft of blacksmith as she brandished her knowledge of the subject as well as what appeared to be that of her own handy work in the form of a nice looking curved blade that was placed now on the stand of the barkeep. The male was not pleased at her sudden declaration of her handy work but Frank on the other hand was enthused at how proud she was of the talents that had been grafted into her life. It was a good sign when a person showed confidence in their abilities and would be able to back up what they were talking about. His demeanor had become more lax as he had gotten more and more comfortable in the present company but yet he knew that there might be more to hide behind a pretty face like hers.


He was focused on the whole blacksmith thing but once again saw her make her beverage dissapear with no effort. He was evermore impressed. He shook his head slightly at the notion of his own beverage having not even been touched. Kind of pointless to waste a free drink. He knocked it back with no cringe and turned back to his current companion. So Miss Chariot. How much of a blacksmith do you view yourself as in terms of experience. Color me curious. Frank and his crew was in desperate need of a blacksmith on his ship primarily for personal reasons. He heard of a material strong enough to harm and cut through anything and anyone but a weapon using this material would require that of a blacksmith that was second to none. He had only her current sword to go by but saw nice craftsmanship within the blade. He needed to convince her to join him but this effort would require a bit of his secrets to be devulged. He still needed to see if she was trustworthy. Trust was a commodity that was very hard to come by on the seas, much harder than the merchant persona he was able to ration up literally out of thin air. He needed her to show him more about her otherwise he would have to shuffle on. From what he had seen though she was apparent in her intentions, them being to get drunk today but still Frank would be catious about this one.

He could go on with his conversation with the young lass. It was like listening and not listening at the same time as the words just kind of came out of his mouth like that of a conveytor belt or some other similar contraption. He wanted to sit here and keep their conversation going for as long as the two were able to think but alas that was not to be of his faith as as he was getting to answer her previous inquiry and also her current one, from out of the corner of his eye he caught the wave of one of his crewman beckoning him to come with them as either something had happened that required his attention or he was needed back at the ship because it was time for the lost revolutioinary crew to be on their way. Neither of the reasons mattered because without a second thought he was off. He waved at his new companion hoping to see her again and walked out of the tavern with his crewmate leaving the door opening. Their was no room for friendships like these out in this world and unfortunetely Frank had yet to learn that lesson.