[Gav has no idea what's going on, despite others explaining things to him as they had happened. One moment he'd been at the Hideaway, the next he'd been hanging upside down from some rigging, wondering just what had been put in his drink to cause such a vivid nightmare. It's only when he's ushered gently to have a tattoo done (a silver chocobo feather), that the stinging pain brings Gav around to the idea that this is actually happening. Something is happening and he doesn't know what, and that idea alone has the scout's skin crawling. It's his job to know.

And so Gav goes to the one place he knows will have the details, the information, the bits and pieces not given to him by the ship crew; the tavern. The Minstrel and Cask looks like any good tavern back home and the familiarity as Gav takes a mouthful of his first drink is soothing on frayed nerves.]

Thank fuck for consistent things.

(bar fight)

[ Suddenly everything kicks off. Gav has been watching people taking treasure maps and wandering off, only to come back looking disgruntled. It's obviously a con of some sort, but of what kind Gav isn't sure and has no intention of finding out. Even three drinks in he's not dumb enough to fall for that. Sadly it doesn't stop someone else from falling for it and instantly the bar is in an uproar. Gav immediately grabs his drink and gets to his feet, swiftly kicking his own table over so he can hunker down behind it. ]

Sometimes just gotta let them sort it out between 'em, like.

[It had seemed easy enough a quest on the list. Eat some food. How hard could it be? Well, looking at the plate of squid that's been placed in front of him, Gav feels the cold wave of dread crashing over him. No fucking way, they wanted him to eat that? Well, the crew were depending on getting an extra crate of goods for whatever travel they were planning and it sure beat going out dealing with sirens...]

Fuck me, is it movin'? [Nah, it couldn't have...right? Gav raises his eyebrows before sighing, folding his arms.] Alright, I'm gonna need some salt.

[ The sharkgulls were exactly what was said on the tin, which is a surprise. Just not a welcome one. Who would have thought there'd be angry birds with ginormous teeth and an attitude problem? Gav didn't and he's already taken a couple down with his sword, shoulders heaving as he tries to catch his breath. There's already a large bitemark on one forearm, bleeding but not serious enough to warrant too much concern.]

Seriously where are all yous comin' from? One or two birds sure but there's like, a million of you!

[ Gav pauses to wave his arms at another that threatens to get too close, but for now they seem content to circle, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.]

[ ooc; anything goes. anything you need to get hold of me please send a PM. i'm leaning towards corsair for Gav but he would be the kind to work for both sides, as it would help knowing what's going on at the other side, so to speak. am open to any of the tdm prompts if i haven't written one already!]