Benn had been send out on a small errand for his captain … nothing big, really just a small errand … to get some booze. He would have loved to struggle this redheaded idiot that he couldn’t have remembered it earlier, when the crew was stocking up supplies and food, that his favourite sake was missing but that was Shanks for you. He found every possible way to drive Benn crazy.
So now Benn was walking through a small port, looking for a shop that was still open and had Shanks’ favourite booze. Well, to be honest he just looked for a shop that was still open and had any booze, which was rather hard, because it was nearly dark and past closing hour. If he would find any booze, Benn would be happy … and he guessed Shanks as well.
Muttering some curse under his breath, Benn lit a cigarette and looked around. He reached the marketplace and had no idea where to look next.