Chapter 3

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"Where are you going? The tavern is that way," Deku barked inside me.

I snarled back at him.

Using his demon powers I forge my eyes as a hawk to clairvoyance all over Iron Fist Village. It has been days since we landed and days there was no pirates in site. I've checked every inns, pawn shops, and check the harbor once every five minutes.

I'm losing my mind here.

Iron Fist Village is pack with bandits, thugs, and mostly pirates but every pirate I set my eyes on were never the ones who holds the weapon.

"Damn," I hissed.

"You need to be patient, Red," said Deku, who made himself comfortable.

"How can I be patient? Look!" Flashing both my arms. "This arm didn't look like this arm, ten minutes ago. That bitch is the impatient one."

My arms were already blackening and veins were popping out. I was fine yesterday until earlier today when I went out to eat a man from the restaurant noticed my arms and looked at me suspiciously as if something stuck in my teeth, which by the way I made sure there was nothing but his eyes were glue to my arm that were visible to the eyes. I had to escape and left payment.

"Then you shouldn't have seen her."

"Then you shouldn't have agree for me to become your host," I snapped.

"Take a chill pill will you?"

I stopped and halt looking straight as if I'm staring at him dumbfounded. "Did you just say take a chill pill?"

"While you were asking the inn over yesterday I heard a couple of teenage bandits said it." He smiled.

"Your never ever say that again and don't act like you're thirteen, for a hundred plus old demon I doubt you can act young," I snorted.

"Hey, this is a new beginning for me," Deku argued, as I walk around scanning my eyes. "Once I found a new body I can be cool without you."

I inwardly rolled my eyes.

Walking towards the fifth tavern on the village, I entered without cautious. Once I entered the tavern filled with ruckus and filthy men throwing at each other to see who has the bigger...whatever. Glasses flying around destroying the whole place and women in short dresses are showing off what's under made me uncomfortable. I made my way through without interfering and hit the bar.

"What will you be having?" Asked the bar owner, squeaking the glass mug clean until it shines.

"Just give me water," I said, and he place cold water in front of me. "I want to ask you something."

I caught the bartender attention towards me. "What do you want to know?"

"Your familiar with this town?"

"Of course, born and raised since I could make my own brandy," he chuckled.

"This area is known to be a hung out for all sorts of criminals yet no police guards or even the Great Society."

"This island is in the middle of nowhere and you have to be on board to catch a ride on the wave current. Not many folks wants to visit here because of all the thieves and pirates walking around they are too scared. And as for the police and Great Society they can't handle all of them as long as they cause problems that will alert them." He breath on another mug and whip it.

"And what problems will that be?" I asked, curiously.

"There was one not to long ago, probably before you were even born, a Jin Warlord who suddenly a wannabe pirate set foot here and have his men trash the whole island looking for some old weapon."

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