The pub

Yoochun sat quietly in the back of the pub, submersed in the shadows of his hood and didnt bother interupting his drinking to talk to anyone. Yet he appeared to be waiting for someone. The long slim katana was resting on his leg. Yoochun had followed the "port" rumors into this pub: there were tellings of treasures and dangerous voyages so he came here, waiting for a hire in a crew since he didnt have the gold to sail a boat with his own name. There werent any other sea rats yet in the pub but Yoochun was sure they would show up very soon.