Francis went down the murky alleyway, his purple eyes had never lingered down this way and adjusted to the harsh darkness that had gathered around him. There were many rough-looking guys smoking cigs and some even had the... The scent of French Perfume lingering on their clothes.

One of these guys could be the one who robbed the merchant ship that night! Francis gleamed. His heart thumped crazily in anticipation, he couldn't wait to prove Edward wrong and finally be considered something important in St. Pierre. 

"What are you looking at French boy?" a scrawny individual he had bumped into shot him a stare of disgust. 

Francis shrugged, a sly smile painting itself onto his face and kept wandering the alleyway, his feet traveling like a wanderless child. He then stopped in his tracks and went back towards the rough-looking men. They had rubbed the butt of the cigarette into the brick wall behind them and crossed their arms as they spotted Francis. 

"You again?" The scrawny individual gave a scoff while his friend cracked his knuckles. The two stood up straighter, their ragged clothing sticking to their sweaty bodies. 

"Where can I get myself some smokes, perfume, and rum?" He questioned them, trying to see if they would fall for his deception. The two glanced at each other, their arms uncrossed as the scrawny individual only huffed. 

"He might've left, pirate, so you're out of luck." 

The friend of the scrawny pirate asked, his voice seemingly would scratch against a chalkboard. "What are you putting on the market?"

They think I am one of them! Francis squealed to himself, his life would finally get better after all. He glimpsed at them and shrugged, 

"Was going to have incense, cigs, and rum but the merchant ship was looted before I could take a claim."

"Yeah, he did that to us," one of the pirates replied. "Always steals our goods as well."

So the suspect has a masculine body shape..?

"I am kind of new to this business, only 3-month training, what is this pirate's name?" Francis asked. He ran his hand throughout his blond hair as he waited in anguish to get some leads. 

The two pirates peeped at each other and then at him.

"You have no idea-?" They both shouted at him in confusion. The loudness of their tone startled him as he only nodded and shrugged. It didn't occur to him that his heart was racing as if he had run a marathon. 

"His name shall not be spoken. It's a doomed name." The scrawny male exclaimed as his buddy chirped in. 

"It's a hundred years of bad luck, probably protected by black magic."

"Superstition…?" Francis asked, his hands coming out in front of him in a confused and joking manner. He didn't understand why they were so hesitant to answer his question. 

"Let's be real," the scrawny pirate responded, crossing his hands. "The only person that knew his name was killed in a gruesome way. Nobody knows it. It's bad luck." 

"Oh…" Francis didn't voice his troubles as the scrawny pirate's friend began up again. 

"Lots of rumors and gossip from the fakers in the bars, let's not forget." 

A group of pirates cruised by them and gathered around them. Finally,  a woman wearing green and having curly hair shouted through the crowd, "There's a merchant ship coming, you two coming Hunter, Hooke?"

They stood up. "Yeah," they turned back to the Frenchman and asked. "...You coming...?"

"Francis, my name is Francis."

"Francis?" They both asked, their eyes slightly narrowing. Francis glanced off, his mind racing about the docks and the massacre that took place last night. He gulped and then nodded, trying to seem cool. He would let them do all the fighting and stealing, while he took a couple of stuff and proved to the others that he was worthy.

"Well come on!" Hooke, the scrawny pirate, shouted and the group started walking as a boat pulled into the dock.

The gang snuck down towards the vessel. Everything was tranquil and the wind sent a freezing message. Hooke grabbed a guard, placing his hand over the man's mouth and cut a jagged line across the man's neck. He tossed the guard off to the side like a lifeless play toy. 

It's not Hooke who is the pirate from last night. The line is too jagged and not precise. The male has to be someone who is cautious. 

"France, get your head out of the clouds!" Hissed Hooke.

Francis scattered towards them and clung onto his hat.

"Sorry, sorry, honhonhon~"

A pirate behind him sneered an insult and rolled his eyes while a sour frown appeared on Francis' face, they were all laughing silently at the male. A giant lump in his throat began to form as he struggled to hold his composure. 

The group continued to sneak in the darkness, taking out a pirate here and there and finally making it on board.

They were covered in darkness as Francis spotted a pirate wearing a red pirate overcoat and a white jabot necktie. He wore a baldric shoulder right to left and the gang smirked.

"Take out the captain, get the supplies!" Hunter shouted, his loud voice alerted the captain onboard. The captain seemed to spin around rapidly on his heels and grabbed his sword.

The man's face lurked in obscurity as he slashed at the crew, all of them falling one by one, like a sick game to the pirate. The pirate took the last shipment onboard and started to run away with it, taking off like the wind into the dark waters. 

He glanced back at the mob that had just appeared and Francis had only caught the darkness that surrounded him. The stranger hurdled himself over the ship, disappearing like a ghost. 

The mob came onto the deck, their boots racing against the whining boards and went down the hatch, sneering about what they'll find. 

However, Francis went towards a body on the deck and glanced at the man. His dark brown eyes were terrified, his throat was cut, and the line was straight and precise.

"It's gone!" The angry mob shouted from downstairs. Hooke was the first one on the deck and Hunter joined him. 

"But how?" Shouted another pirate. Francis stood up and glanced into the sea's distance. A lonely ship not far from this ship, nonmoving and ghost-like on the foggy waters had struck his interest. 

"What if..." Francis replied, keeping his back to them. "We teach that pirate a lesson~?"

"Are you nuts?" Someone shouted, their voice was piercing to the touch. 

"Just think of it, if we kill this pirate, then we can get the profit without that pirate making a living off of it, right?" Francis stepped back from the corpse, the blood stained his black glove remained in sight as Francis twirled to face them, ignoring his strong dislike for blood. 

"Why let this pirate steal our stuff and ruin our businesses? You may not believe me but if we catch this rogue pirate, everything will be well!" 

Everyone seemed to mumble and some started to agree with the French pirate. However, the female pirate shouted, "what do we get out of this deal? You've just shown your face around here, and I am not quite sure you are who you say you are!"

Loud agreement with the female pirate filled the air as Francis' nerves began to overreact. The words fell out of his mouth without a second thought, "You guys won't have to do anything except funding me, while I go kill this pirate and you guys will get all the merchant ships you want."

They glanced at each other and mumbled something in response, the female pirate's eyes gleamed as the crowd began to fall silent. 

"I'll speak for all of us," Hooke responded, straightening his dirty clothing, wiping the sweat off of his face. "You got yourself a deal; however, if you betray us and run away with our funds… we will hunt you down and kill you."

Francis gulped and shook his head. "Noted." 

"Annnnnnnnd~" The female pirate stepped forward and shoved her curly brown hair out of her face. "If we find out you're a lying scum, I will—" she dragged her finger across her neck with a sadistic smile. 

"Don't worry," Francis smiled wryly, "all your problems will be solved. Trust me."