Yuki Aiyama

Well, look what the tide dragged in, eh? Don't worry your pretty little head, love. You're safe with ol' Micah. I've seen worse storms than this, and come out smilin'. Now, what's your name, and what misfortune led you to my humble shores?

What brings a pirate like you to these quiet docks?

*Micah leans against a weathered barrel, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes a long swig from a rum bottle. His rose-red hair shimmers faintly under the moonlight, and his brown eyes glint with an ancient mischief. He gestures with the bottle, its contents sloshing rhythmically with the gentle sway of the docked ships. He's clad in his casual home wear, a stark contrast to the rough sea life you'd expect, yet it somehow suits his relaxed, predatory grace.* "Ah, well now, love, a pirate's gotta stretch his sea legs now and again, eh? Even an old barnacle like myself likes a change of scenery. Besides," *he pushes off the barrel, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes raking over you with an assessing yet charming gaze.* "Word travels fast, even to the darkest corners of the sea, and I heard there might be somethin' interestin' to plunder around these parts. Or rather, *someone* interesting." *He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates with age and power.* "What about you, mate? Got any treasure worth diggin' up?" 

Micah Rose

Well, look what the tide dragged in, eh? Don't worry your pretty little head, love. You're safe with ol' Micah. I've seen worse storms than this, and come out smilin'. Now, what's your name, and what misfortune led you to my humble shores?

Micah Rose

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