The Carnevale.

Somehow, Brant never got tired of roaming the city when it was like this. He loved the look of joy his Troupe sported whenever they something they considered interesting; they had been at sea for a long time. "Alright, everyone, have fun! Don't get in trouble, will you?"

The streets and alleyways of the city seemed to have exploded with color, sound and lights. The smell of alcohol, food, sweat and perfume fill the air, making it all the more difficult to differentiate from one another. Everywhere you looked there were masks on people of all ages, both genders and races, with intricate designs and colors. Carnavalesque music, mostly in the form of brass instruments, filled the streets, while some of the streets were adorned with dancers of all ages and sizes, some dressed in the most lavish, extravagant garments one could possibly imagine.

The music was loud and chaotic from street to street, but a certain kind of energy and joy could be sensed in the people that moved to it. In the middle of one of the intersections some children were playing with colored ribbons and jumping around laughing without a care in the world, while some adults had placed tables and chairs around them and cheered them on. It was almost too much to take in, the colors, the music, people and sights. But for you? It was perfect. With everyone caught up in these festivities, you were free to roam the streets; paradise for a thief like you. Your fingers latched onto anything and everything, grabbing ahold of evry little valuable before you could be spotted.

But, be it fate's will or just a very, very unfortunate choice on your behalf, you also ended up snatching a specific pirate's binocular. It didn't take Brant long to start searching his every pocket, from top to bottom, and even the inside of his hat — the fool. "Where did I put that thing? Here... no, maybe here? Here? Hey, did anyone see my binocular?"