"Oh no, no, no, no ye don't. Flint I told ye yer now welcome here n'more. I"
The punch came as a suprise to the old barkeep, Robb wasn't really sure why though, he should have expected it. The sucker punch floored the old who tried to stop Robb from entering the tavern. When the barkeep hit the floor the patrons already well into their drinks let up a roar of laughter as Robb stepped over the moaning man in pain as he clutched his jaw. Robb took a seat at the bar and grabbed one of the many bottles over the counter. The barkeep ran out, leaving Robb to drink in peace. It wasn't long however until that peace was interupted.
"You Flint?"
A voice, thick and deep came from behind him. Robb growled under his breath as he knocked back the nearly empty bottle of rum.
"Whose asking?"
Robb grunted in return. Four men in total took up positions around Robb, all armed, all agents of the queen of Nassua.
"Eleanor Guthrie."
The big man said with a cruel smile.
"See this is Eleanor Guthries island, and Eleanor Guthrie-"
"Fuck Eleanor Guthrie, fuck this island, and fuck you."
Robb snapped with an angry snarl. There was a still, eerie calm in the tavern, Robb sniffed the air and could smell the blood to come. Robb moved first, spinning in his chair with his pistol in hand. He fired into the big man's belly who dropped to the floor with a smoking whole in his gut. The three men surged at Robb who dove out of his chair to avoid the bullet aimed for his head. Robb rose in a roll and hurled a boarding axe through the air that buried itself in one mans face before he drew his cutlass and engaged the last two pirates. It was almost laughably easy how he took their lives. He drove the assualt on the two men, which took them by surprise. He opened ones throat with the tip of his sword before he drove the length of his blade in the last mans heart.
Robb ripped his blade free and let the body dropp. He took several deep, snarling breaths before turning to the rest of the tavern patrons. They all knew, they'd all seen and now there was no where he could hide from Guthrie. Given that, he was done hiding. Robb looted the bodies for what valuables they had before he walked off out of the tavern. As he stalked through the streets towards Guthries place. Those he past gave him space, most didn't know who he was. Some knew the tale of Flint, the mad man from the beach, others just saw a dangerous looking man with long curly unkept hair, a wild ginger beard and soiled, tattered clothes.
He reached Eleanors place quickly, the men knew who he was quickly. He entered to a slew of pistols and blades being drawn. Robb growled but put up his hands in surrendor.
"Easy lads, the Mrs called for me so I came."
They disarmed him and sat him at the bar to wait. Robb busied himself with strong drink as he waited. Scanning the room there were pirates from every major earner on Nassua here. The Revenge, The Sandsnake, The Green Arrow, The Scarlet Speedster and all the rest. Every ship worth knowing was represented in the patrons here. No wonder why Eleanor owned this island. Everyone who was anyone owed up to her and she allowed them to earn in return putting her squarely on the throne of Nassua.
As he waited something caught Robb's eyes. Olive skin, a head of curls, the perfect sway of her hips and a curvy frame. She passed and he reached out pulling her into his lap.
"Where you headed love?"
He barely got the words out before his bearded jaw dropped and he froze at the eyes staring back at him.