on the island, I just don't know where. Would you be so kind as to enlighten me?"

Next to speak was the young man, drawing strength from his female companion and mistaking it for his own and therefore bolder for whatever reason. He spoke up in atone of mistrust that was obvious as butter. "We don't know any -" No further did he get before Ragnarok turned on him with a glare so full of fire and malice that came so suddenly the man actually flinched. His tone fierce, the pirate captain reminded him, "I was not addressing you, you falsely brave morsel." Turning back to the woman, his mouth now set in a hard line, he waited for her answer. After a moment of chilled silence, she spoke,her tone a little less brave than before. “He's been in here a couple of times. Acts like a big shot, like we all should know his name. I think he's annoying. He even -” Interrupting, Ragnarok said, “Is he here?” Frowning, the woman shook her head. Turning around slowly to take a look at the shopper, Ragnarok made eye contact for a moment and got a good look at them. A man, possibly in his early thirties. He could be the culprit, but how to be sure? He looked scared enough, but perhaps Sir Futtleschuckle would be. After all, he had run away that night so many years ago. So how to be sure...?

Turning away from the counter, he walked over to the man who had a