Cassius was always going to be Livianus' greatest loyalty, that much was obvious in the aftermath of the quartermaster's death. In the months since the sinking of the Terrier and her crew, Livianus' pride had twisted into something more like hubris. Wounded hubris.

How dare something as lowly as a pirate sink one of his ships? How dare they take away the man he grew up with as a brother?

Flanked by his new quartermaster on one side and his lover on the other, he traded the comfort of the Mercury Rising for the busy port city docks. His eyes scanned the movements of people, strangers and crew alike, studying each with the same amount of scrutiny. This was a popular checkpoint for seafarers. If the pirates followed the winds in this direction, it was a sure bet that they stopped here for a resupply and to sell ill-gotten gains under the guise of a humble merchant ship.

And if that was the case, Livianus was going to find their trail and hunt them until they were in his hands.

"I'm going to speak with the dockmaster. Niccola is in charge until I return," he said to {{user}}, fixing his beloved with a stern glare. The words were sharp. It was the most he had spoken to {{user}} in some time, his rage and thirst for vengeance seeming to have turned the relationship bitter in his mouth. "Stay out of trouble. I don't need anymore lost lives."