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Jarren walked into a bar and took a seat at the booths nearest the bartender. People whispered about having seen his face on a new wanted poster. It wasn't that he was that dangerous, only about a thousand Berri bounty, but he was a non merchant from Death Isle. Unless they managed to join the Marines or were a merchant all people from there seemed to get a bounty. None the less he was classed a pirate all the same.

Jarren tossed a few Berri onto the counter and order a beer and some steak. As the food was set in front of him a quick flash of black went over the two items. Although only a trained eye would catch this occurance. A couple people that saw Jarren's ship embark starting talking about how Jarren was the only one aboard his ship. It wasn't like the others were hiding, there just wasn't anyone else. This was odd since the ship wasn't a small one either. It would take at least five people to sail the thing.

As he was eating a Marine walked into and demanded some whisky and steak. The bartender tried to deny the man saying his tab was overdue. But that didn't sit well the Marine; he got mad and started to threaten to tear down the bar.

"Would you shut up already. All you useless yelling is making my beer taste bad." Jarren said very plainly.

"Your looking for trouble aren't ya boy?" The Marine pulled out his pistol and started pointing it at Jarren's head. "Ya know, I could end you now and no one would care or try to stop me."

"Don't waste your bullet. It won't be able to reach me." Jarren saying this made the Marine very agitated. Due to this he pulled the trigger causing the gun to go off right at Jarren's head. Although the bullet seemed to just hit Jarren and fall to the ground. Anyone around could easily see what just happened, not that most of them could believe it. After all here in this small West Blue town no one really saw many strong folks other than Marines.

"If you had just shut up I wouldn't have to do this to you." Jarren got up and turned towards the Marine who was now quite frightened. He had no idea how a man could survive a gunshot to the head like that. Out of shear terror the Marine ran off. Jarren sat back down and continued his meal as if nothing had happened. The other patrons were thankful but still catious of Jarren, after all they had no idea who he was.