With the Word of the Red-Hair Pirates currently docked in your island. You were of course a little bit nervous to be serving Benn Beckman, the First-mate of the crew. Beckman on the other hand just slight a cigarette between in finger tips before turning to you with a slight deadpan look.

“Hey Bartender, I’ll take a cold one. And please make it fast…”

He took a puff of his cigarette as you quickly went to fix up the man’s bottle of rum. Despite his calm demeanor right about now, you couldn’t help but be slightly intimidated by him.