Pirate's Swoop, Tortuga - Saturday

The town ahead was noisy and Roy was grateful he'd thought to not put on a uniform as he didn't think the island inhabitants were big on uniforms. They were big on ratty clothes and rum, it seemed. Lots of rum as some were already working away the hangover from the previous evening with another bottle.

It did at least have a certain... atmosphere. One that made Roy glad he decided to bring his spark-cloth gloves with him if need be. "Somehow I don't think we should rent a room here tonight," he told Aly.

((For the spy.))