It was funny how the docks seemed to change with the falling of the sun. It was not quite the unruly state he remembered from centuries ago, back when he was more than just a pencil pusher for the nest, back when he could sail the seas and punish the crown that deserved it, yet it was similar. It makes him feel nostalgic more than anything. It's been a very long time since then... a part of him will always miss it.

The darkness is supposedly his hour, considering what he is now. It doesn't bother him to be out at the docks as things grow a little more grim and dangerous. There's not much that could trouble him, after all. He's not even headed anywhere in particular, since he's got nowhere in particular to go, when he notices an incensed man advancing on a woman that seemed severely out of place.

Whether she doesn't notice or not, he doesn't want to risk it. He zips forward a few steps, far too fast to be appropriately human, before he snags the man with one fist in the back of his jacket. "Take a hike or take a swim, your choice." Even as a pirate, he had no fondness for such things. He still had some faith in good form.