Caliber took one long drag of his cigar, his eyes closed and his mouth tasted the oaky smoke that gathered in his mouth and with a sigh of relief exhaled a dark cloud of smoke. He was sitting on the bow of the ship which Caliber himself had carved into the head of a shark, it was one of many pieces of art that decorated his ship. He looked up high to see his pirate flag and sail decorated with the 'Redcoat Pirate', this was his personal symbol to all other pirates on the sea's, it was Caliber's identity and the sign of his strong crew who were determined to become the best on the seas. Though recently a large number of his crew had retired and returned to normal lives on land, Caliber was looking for new crewmates to carry on the Redcoat name and he would be accepting only the strongest. He finished his cigar and tossed the bot into the ocean, he slowley walked down the ship's gangplank and onto the dock the ship was anchored at. Loguetown, he had not been here for years in fact the last time he was here was when he joined his first crew, back when he was still a rookie.
The sun beat down on his leathery hide and he grinned and girnded his dagger-like teeth together in anticipation, he was excited to see his crew new and old and await the stories of their day in Loguetown. All he had to do was wait.