Chuuya was a pirate and sailor. He was also a man a status, and a man of loyalty, and a man of morals─though his enemies would question the last of those descriptors.

It didn't matter much to him, what his enemies thought. He did not kill without prompt, he did not kill without proof of the victims wrongs, he did not kill the victim had not wronged him, his crew, or his loved ones. Any man or woman who dared to make themselves an enemy of him and his crew, or just himself, signed their contract with death the day they wronged him or his crew.

He was well respected in the places that he did stick around in for more than a few hours, as he was polite and respectful to those who were polite and respectful to him, and he simply blended into the crowd like any other man in the places he didn't often stay in. Chuuya was kind to those who requested his help or were in need, as many of his crew were just like those poor folks who had no where to go and were outcasted by the world. He, himself, used to be like that too.

Their boat was docked and he and his crew had found lodging for the night. They had repairs to make and shipments to load, but he'd agreed that it'd been too long since they'd each slept in a bed that did not rock with the waves─even if he loved the ocean more than he could ever love one human. So, it was to wait until morning. HIs crew deserved their rest and they deserved a break from the sea if they needed it to rejuvenate their love of Her salty embrace, or if they were simply tired of rocking out of bed in the night.

He was simply wandering the bustling night market, falling under the gaze of the king's guards by his simple dress and common stance, while he thought of what their employer asked them to stock this time.

Asides from the regular textiles and grains that he would transport, there was to also be a girl. A very important girl, at that, the king's daughter. The princess. He and his crew had already made their plans of how, and their employer had proved certain of his reasons why.