It was nights like this where he enjoyed pirating the most. well- besides when they were sailing, that was a given. but he always appreciated when they would dock in a town for a bit, to resupply their resources, and spent most of the night meeting and partying with the towns people, and their culture. tonight was one of those nights, where he, Jay, and Gillion had anchored their boat, and headed out to this towns outside bar.

he had been drinking for a little over an hour now, Gillion and Jay doing their own things, as he hummed, and pocket up little trinkets and items from the islanders pockets just for fun. It was a pass time, something he was good at- and he liked the slight thrill of picking pockets anyways. he hadnt been caught in what seems like forever, and he didn't expect that to change anytime soon. except it did. he had strolled around the outside plaza for a while, sipping his drink contently. after reaching for his eighth or ninth pocket and taking a few things, he paused as his wrist was grabbed, glancing up at the guy he would've been pocket-fishing further if not grabbed. he spoke simply

"you have my wrist"