Jax would shoot a couple of string bullets through the heart of one of the targets on his list. His body would fall into a puddle of muddy water almost splashing Jax. He would whistle as a couple of his henchmen would scamper by and wrap up the body and would carry it off. Jax would walk out of the darkness and would proceed to make his way through the red district. Various females who knew who he was due to his organ business would call out to him. Maybe trying to lure him in for a quick buck. But Jax's only love is death but he was currently having an affair with carnage. But his side how was despair. Jax himself was a hoe, but every job pays in one way or another.

The smoke from various bars was sickening. Jax tried smoking once and almost killed himself trying to inhale. From that day Jax vowed to never smoke again. But Jax is a fine drinker. He could hang with the best and worst of them, depending on what context they are in. Jax would simply ignore the incoming calls and would continue on his way. He was looking for another target. A Red haired individual, the people that are placed on Jax's list are lowlifes who would die sooner or later anyway. And it's usually people who don't usually contribute to society. Other than the time Jax got the King of a kingdom on his list. It seemed that his subjects were tired of his shit and put in an order to get him taken out.

Jax works as somewhat as a bounty hunter and somewhat organ dealer. Jax dabbles in a couple other things, but those two are his main jobs. Jax would stop in his tracks and would look into his book on where the target should be around, and it said somewhere around here....in the red light district.....Jax wasn't about to go searching for someone throughout all these shops. So he just decided to go into a tavern that didn't smell like piss and shit and sat at the bar. He wouldn't immediately order a drink, Jax was keen on listening to the conversations of the people around him to see if he could spot anything juicy and worthwhile. Usually, it wasn't anything Jax was interested in but he would get some hooks every now an then.

After sitting for a few minutes and deciding that nothing interesting was going to be said in the surprisingly quiet bar, Jax ordered a drink. A huge jug of rum. Jax would lift the jugg with one hand which would cause some people to be surprised by 1 why was a kid in a bar drinking and 2 how was he able to lift a huge jug like the one he was holding. First off Jax knew the owner, and old trading buddy oh his. Jax saved his wife by giving him a fresh new...not stolen kidney. And 2 Jax wasn't a kid, he just looked like one. Jax doesn't understand why he doesn't grow but a Doctor said it could be a disease.

Jax would ask his parents, but they are dead and probably being used as fertilizer somewhere. Tough luck, Jax had tougher luck though, he ran into a lolicon and was tortured for years. But look at Jax now, the leader of a small, weird but effective organization. Jax would put the jug down as he would sigh in relief. Jax would attack a string to the Jug and would pull it towards him. He did so in a way that almost no one would be able to see him. But if anyone saw, Jax would probably just kill them, empty them out and then sell their organs.

"Now, Now Tony. No need to go at the guy's neck. I got him." Jax was the type of guy to be making and breaking alliances all the time. So making now wouldn't be too much of a problem for him. But working together with someone takes another person. And while Jax could control a person's body he cants control their mind. That is what the mouth is for. Jax would pat the seat next to him. "Come, sit and drink with me......uhhhhh" Jax would wait for the guy to tell him his name, and if he did he would call him that and if not Jax would still attempt to get the guy to drink with him. "Try to keep up, if you can that is" Jax would chuckle a bit before downing the rest of his rum before pointing towards it, signaling Tony for a refill. Obviously, Jax was nowhere near close o being drunk. He had about 3 more of these jugs until he might feel tipsy.

Now that Jax thinks about it, isn't this the first time he's had a drink with someone he's never spoken to before? Well in a while that is. Jax has been busy with running his business that he hasn't had much time to socialize with other people. Which in a way good and bad. Good because he isn't making more enemies and bad because he isn't making connections that could help him later on. Bah, Jax will get to make connections later. Right now, he has a guest to be focused on. And it would be rude for Jax to not pay attention to their conversation, wouldn't it? Jax was currently all ears.

He wondered what this guy could talk about. He seemed to be a pirate. But there were different kinds of pirates. Jax himself could also be considered a pirate. Well....more like a free spirit. He wasn't breaking the law out in the open like pirates do. He likes to get down and dirty in the shadows and underground. One of the reason's why he became a Broker was the fact that he could do whatever he wanted underground and not receive a bounty. Jax was smarter than these other people that just did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. It limited them once they received a high enough bounty. Which is what some of them want. Occasional freedom with a sprinkle of infamy.

But the way Jax wants to do things is going to get his name around whether he likes it to or not. It's not going to be like a pirate, where if their name is spoken fear spreads through the air like wildfire. Jax wants the reaction his name gets to be much...much more serious than that. Jax wants the emotion that gets invoked when his name is heard, is pure, unadulterated dread. A dread so strong that it causes the people to hear it to piss themselves, lose their balance. Maybe even have them end their own lives.

Marshal would laugh as he didn't think that a shorty like Jax would have the balls to actually call out to him and calm down the bartender. He would sit down roughly and would put an arm around Jax's shoulder. "So little guy, how did you manage to get inside here, and how do you know ol fat man here?" Jax would push the guy away. Before looking at Tony he would nudge his head towards the back of the bar where there would be a door where employees would go, but seeing how Tony was currently the only guy working there at the moment. Well not only for a moment. For a while now, Tony has been the guy keeping the play together. And for some reason, he enjoys it a little.

Jax would jump off of the seat causing some of the guys to bust out laughing. Jax didn't feel like being laughed at the moment. So he attached a string to the back of the neck of one of the people in the bar and would control his hands to where he would grab his own gun, point it at his head and would pull the trigger. Which of course surprised the people in the bar, seeing as one of their buddies just randomly grabbed his gun and shoot himself with it. Everything about that incident was out of the norm. Even marshal had to take a look to see what the hell happened. But he couldn't wrap his head around the occurrence. Only Jax would be the person to know what truly happened.

Jax would enter the back of the bar with Marshal in tow. They were just going to have a little discussion. Jax wanted to know something. He wanted to know whether or not Marshal was worth investing in. "Oh, by the way, the name's Marshal. Aka the next pirate king." Jax would tilt his head at the fact that dreamers like him still existed. He thought that they would of all gone extinct by now seeing how impossible their dreams are. Jax for one is a dreamer though. But with a goal like the Pirate King, it's no regular dream. This guy here was talking about the master of the seas. Freedom in its purest form. No chains bounding you to things like rules and standards.

Jax would rub his chin. Now that he thinks about it. Being Pirate King would probably be Jax's final goal as well. But Jax wouldn't go about getting there the same way these other people are going to. He's going to use his brain and move chess pieces that might not even know that they are pieces. "Marshal, answer me this. How long do you think it's going to take for you to become Pirate king?" Marshal thought about the question for about a minute before answering back "I would give or take about 10 years" Jax now was really surprised at how confident this Marshal guy was. with the look in his eye, he really meant every word about him taking 10 years to become pirate king. Pirates sometimes go out to sea for dozens of years and won't even get close to become the pirate king. But this lowly pirate thinks he can do it in 10 years?

What does he have that the others don't? Determination? Couldn't be, all pirates must have determination to get far. What does this man have though? Jax finally decided that he was going to invest in this man who thought so highly of himself. He wasn't going to invest much but he was going to give enough money to him that if he does make it far in the world and he meets back up with Jax, The Blonde Devil himself could collect a hefty sum of money. Jax would stick his head out of the door, he would look around and would snap his fingers and would snap his fingers. Soon two kids would run into the back with a medium sized back of Beli. They would hand the money to their boss and would scamper back outside and would do whatever Jax ordered them to do.

Jax would slam the money on the table in front of Marshal. "This right here is my stake in your future. Are you willing to prove to me that you have the will and guts to make it to the very top?" Marshal without a second thought would resolve himself. "Damn right, i'm going to make it to the top. And I damn sure will stay here until the day I die!" Jax would smirk at the perky new pawn he was about to gain. He would toss the bag of money to Marshal. "Do good things with that money. Or not, I don't care. Just remember who gave it to you." Jax would say as he would sit down and relax. Marshal would run out with the newly obtained money and would head straight to a casino. He was going to be rich!

For now, Jax would think about the actions he just took. Was it for naught? Was Marshal just some run of the mill pirate who dies trying to be infamous or something? Did Jax just waste his money? Who knows. Only time will tell whether or not Jax made a mistake or not. He would exit out of the rust old dark back room of the bar and would back once again at the bar. He would nod up to tony but signaled to give him a smaller jug. He drank a lot already. He want's to keep his stomach expanded but he doesn't want to get full on just liquids. That isn't good for the body. Jax hasn't been feeding himself quite well lately. It's mainly been rum and various fruits and veggies.

For the most part, though Jax was starving. He wasn't going to eat her either. You wouldn't catch Jax dead eating any of Tony's cooking. Jax learns from his mistakes. He knows that Tony can't cook for shit but still likes to cook for some reason. Well, it's been a while since he's eating food from Tony so maybe he's improved a bit? Jax would turn his head towards Tony has he would notice him crush a bug with his hands, but wouldn't even wash his hands. This almost caused Jax to vomit but he held it in, downed the remainder of the rum and would head out as fast as possible. The body that Jax caused to kill himself was dragged out, as evidence of the bloody trail that led into an alleyway. Jax had the choice of following the rail for no good reason. But being the smart lad he was he decided against this. As keeping to yourself is a good way to stay alive.

Buuuuuut, Jax was a nosy bastard. He just had to know what they did with the body. Jax would climb the small buildings would look down into the alley from atop of a 1 story building. And from Jax's point of view, it seems like they were looting his dead body. They received a few beli a locket and an interesting looking piece of paper. The two seemed ecstatic at what they received too. Causing Jax to be all the more intrigued at what they found. He would fly down and would slash one of them with his strings and the last remaining one he would attach a string to their neck and would make them choke themselves out. To the average person this was quite brutal but for Jax this was lightweight. If he really wanted to he could have made one guy choke the other at the same. Have them pass out together.

Jax would grab the piece of people from the unconscious man and would read the things within it. And from Jax's understanding, it seems like it was a treasure map. Where the treasure was located on this very island. But it said something about "A Place Where No Bitten Man Can go" Jax actually had no clue what that means or where he should start looking. Jax wished he knew more people that knew the island very well. But he cut off his only information piece. Which he does ignore but the trade-off for their life was a life-changing power. Which Jax still doesn't understand yet. But enough dabbling in this alley. It's starting to stink. Jax would grab the small flintlock pistol and would shot the unconscious man a couple times before tossing the guy and running away.

OFF TO ADVENTURE! Or that is what most people with a sense of freedom say when they are in the position Jax is in. "Finding" a treasure map and having no clue of where to start. Only building upon its mystery. What could this treasure be? Is there something guarding it? Is it difficult to get to? Or it just difficult to find? THere is a difference between. If a treasure was son a mountain it would be easy to find but it wouldn't be easy to get to it. But enough of mountains and finding treasure. Jax would open the map once more so he could check it over and would see if he could find any clues or hints. Sometimes these things are hidden in plain sight but if someone if searching too hard they may miss it.

Jax wanted to make sure that he wouldn't have to check the paper too much. it may draw unwanted attention to himself. And that what Jax didn't want. He wanted to be the one and only person to find whatever this map was pointing to. And just like Jax thought there was a giant place int he middle of the map where there would be levels and at the very top, there would be a treasure. But the only place where something that could resemble something close to that would be the palace. And it would be hard getting into that place and getting out in one piece. But that was all apart of the adventure. Getting down and dirty!

Jax would make his way towards the palace passing various places that smelled great. Jax reminded himself that he was still hungry. And breaking into the palace wouldn't be good if Jax is on an empty stomach. He needed to eat and eat a bunch. Jax had a lot of space left. As the alcohol he drank was used to keep his stomach expanded. So he could stuff it with solids. Running around the districts Jax would pass by a place that has such a powerful smell to it. It's like it was drawing Jax in. It smelled sweet, spicy, smokey. It smelled so tasty that Jax had no choice but to stop. Pushing away the beads that were in the middle of the door he would greet the person at the front. And would ask for a table. But of course, they would ask Jax if his parents were around and with his response, they would simply laugh at him.

All Jax had to do was lift his shirt and would show his various scars and his toned body. And with that, it would be enough for them to trust him. They showed him to a table at the far left of the building right next to the wall, Jax would use this very wall to lean on and wait for the waiter to come and get his order. The place had a few customers as well. It has business and from their faces, it seemed like they were quite enjoying themselves.

Jax would take a look at their menu, it was wide but looked simple enough. He would get with something easily prepared. 10 steaks and 5 hamburgers. Jax needed meat in his system if he was going to be fighting. Just in case. He didn't know what he was going to encounter. But it's best to be prepared than underprepared. So he was going to pull himself up. The lady looked surprised as she realized that it was all for him. Jax would nod. He was happy that the prices were cheap but he was just going to dine and dash anyway. So Jax might as well get a good look at his last tie being in this place. Because after spending so much money and not paying them, they damn sure wasn't going to let him back into this place.

After about 30 minutes, Jax's food would be delivered to him one after the other. And one after the other they would be devoured right in front of the waiter, she looked on as noticed at Jax's ability to eat so quickly and effectively. Almost wasting no food. Jax had this sort of complex where he thought that if he ate more he would be able to grow taller. Which clearly wasn't the case as Jax ate usually ate like a madman was was still a midget. After plate, after plate, Jax would wipe his face with a napkin. And he was beside himself. The food was so good, then he might actually feel some type of way to just leave like that. So he was going to give credit where credit was due. Leaving a bag of Beli Jax would walk out waving the chef and the waiter goodbye as the journey he had ahead of him was going to be a long one.