[Introduction]: Yo'Ho Hearties!

In a tavern in a local port, Francis sat at a bar sitting drinking a bottle of rum and reading a magazine. Specfically, Francis was reading the infamous sorcerer magazine or whatever it was called, honestly, Francis didn’t really pay attention to the name of the magazine. All he knew was that it held information about local guilds and mages within this strange land. Francis was from a distant nation, and due to certain issues, he had to leave his home nation and fled to Fiorie. For the most part, Francis honestly enjoyed the new nation, it was fresh and ripe for a new start. And what better way to start a new then join one of these famous guilds. And currently, starring at a mage from a guild known as West Fiorie Trading Company, Francis thought he found the guild for him. Joining a guild would grant him more jewels and resources to use, and who knows, something beautiful may happen while he was at the guild; indeed, West Fiore Trading Company was the guild for him.

“Zehaha~~West Fiorie Trading Company.” Francis muttered to himself. "I think I found the guild for me, eh." he mused "Barkeep, get a round of drinks for everyone, put it on my tab. Zehahahahaha, soon I'm gonna be rolling in jewels. Zehahahahahaha" The bartender would nodded and start to pass out drinks to everyone. Francis would party a little with the people at the tavern, before going to bed a bit earlier.

The next morning, he would take a ship to the island known as Togalen; the home of the West Fiorie Trading company. It was a comfortable ship ride and he spent a majority of it drinking with some of the crew and helping out whenever and wherever he can. The ship arrived at the island continent around noon, and after a quick lunch Francis made his way to the guild hall. He knew that his usual attire would not fit the guilds standard, therefore, he placed on a black suit with a red undershirt, a matching fedora, and a black fur trimmed over coat. Though he store wore a lot of rings, and two or three beaded necklaces. In one hand he carried a bag full of cookies, and in the other hand he bottle of rum; and with a wide smile he entered the guild.

"Zehahahahahaha, I'm look to talk to someone about joining the guild." Francis would state as he walked up to the front desk, and placed the cookies on the desk. "Cookies?"

It seems like the secretary was busy with some green haired lady. To be honest, Francis felt like he just walked in on something that he shouldn’t be seeing, or he shouldn’t know about. He took a moment to watch the two and slid his hand into the bag of cookies. Retriving one he bit down on it, crumbs tumbled down into his beard, and a smug of chocolate stained his lip. Munch, Munch, Munch, Munch. Francis chewed the cookie rather loudly, and abscent mindedly. He starred off into space as his thoughts took him out of this awkward situation and into something else, namely, he was thinking about what kind of taverns there was around here. He took a swig of the rum to wash the chocolate chip cookie down and burped rather abruptly. “Heh, sorry.” Franics would mutter to himself and batted the crumbs out of his beard. This was a little awkward for the man known as Blackbeard, mostly because, he didn’t really know what to say or do and he felt like he walked in on a couple flirting or something. But the two would stop when they noticed that Francis was at the desk offer them some cookies, not the entire bag of cookies though, cause they were his; maybe one or two. They were his cookies, he paid for them. Back off.

One of the girls had long green hair, which was rather unusual, since green hair was unusual and unnatural. Or well it was unusual and unnatural where Francis came from, then again, its really bland where Francis came from, really bland indeed. Maybe he should dye his hair some exotic color, yea! Maybe he should dye his hair blue or pink or something. Then again, never mind, that would mess up his nickname, and he liked his nickname. It made sense. His nickname matched both his beard and his magic, so it was perfect for him and he didn't want to change it. Good lord, how much are these ladies gonna talk? Francis thought to himself, as he munched on another cookie. The girl with the green hair blushed when she noticed Francis, who was promptly brushing some crumbs out of his beard, not really paying attention to the two girls at the desk.  But then someone mentioned something about loving cookies and something about a vice president, Francis pointed at himself and then looked behind him to see if she was talking to someone else. Oh, yea, he was the only one with cookies.

“You can have one or two cookies.” Francis said and handed her one or two cookies while protecting them from Yona, “These are mine, I have low sugar, mine.” He looked like a bearded goblin trying to protect his shiny shiny from the big bad vice president. Yona would ask for Francis name and he would drop  both his hands to his side, and slaute her. “FRANCIS D. TEACH AKA BLACKBEARD, nice to meet you madam. Zehahahaha.” He would laugh a little at the end, “But indeed, I am looking for information about how to join the guild. Because the sea is no place for a man to be lonely, comrades and companions would be nice, eh? Zehahahahaha”