Pierre LePew, Gallic Obstinate Captaine, walks off the docking point onto the deck. He glances around before heading to one of the locations Silver mentioned he might enjoy. Seeing the sign above the entrance, Pierre grins and walks in. He glaces around, breathing in the smell of a bar like so many others he has been to and heads to the counter.
Barkeep. Give me a glass, whatever the locals drink.
Mounting onto a bar stool, he pulls out a pen and paper notepad and begins to scribble down notes.