It had been quite an interesting day for Satoru. He had never actually tried to sneak around like he had this day. But he hadn't been sneaking around in an attempt to get around the Marines for fear of being arrested. Rather, he had been trying to avoid detection by the Marines for fear of being recognized by one. His mother was a rather well-known Commander while his father had been a Junior Lieutenant in her unit. Needless to say, he was somewhat well-known among the Marines on this island as well. And if they saw him hanging around the area, they may attempt to strike up a conversation with him or perhaps even ask him why he was all the way out here. Sure, he was confident enough in his linguistic abilities to talk his way out of such a scene, but he would much rather not take the risk if he could avoid it.

After all, the last thing he needed was for his secret about planning to become a pirate was blown before he wanted it to be.

A couple of days ago, he had told his parents that he was taking a trip with some friends to this island so that they could all see the Marines at work in an island so widely known for seeing the creation of pirate crews. His dad had been rather reluctant to let him go with just his friends, but his mother assured him that he could take care of himself if he needed it. But little did they know, he hadn't planned on coming back for a long time. He regretted lying to their faces like that, but to him, it was all going to be worth it in the end.

Besides, it wasn't like he was never going to say good-bye. In truth, he planned on sending a message to them through the Marines themselves just before he left the town on a pirate crew. He already had the letter written out; it was sitting folded in his back pocket right now, explaining everything.

With that comfort in mind, Satoru had ducked inside the tavern. And here he was, sitting at a table, looking at one across from him with an amused expression. At the other table, there appeared to be a card game going on at the moment. A woman seemed to be really stringing her opponent in the game along the entire time. She had gotten into her opponent's head some time ago and it was rather fun to watch. In fact, he had to stifle a laugh into a small chuckle when he heard the man exclaim "I won't let you patronize me!"

Satoru turned his attention away from the game for a moment to take a drink of the water he'd received and paused when he realized that there was something now resting on the table not far from where his elbow was resting. He set his water aside and reached out, pulling the flyer toward him and across the table. He looked down at it, quickly realizing what this was...and that this was his best opportunity. 

He quickly looked up and scanned the room for a moment, looking for any sign of whoever might have left this at the table. he noticed several more flyers on other tables, but no sign of whoever was leaving them. Was it a Devil's Fruit power of some kind, or was he really just that stealthy about it? Whatever the explanation, whoever it was would probably be rather skilled...and most likely in need of his services. After all, pirates with medical knowledge like his were rather few and far between.

And so, he began looking around at the tables nearby for something else this time. This time, he kept his eyes open for any sign of a table that was particularly lacking in flyers. If this captain-to-be was distributing flyers, then there would probably be no need to leave one on his own table, after all. And it would be a ridiculous oversight to imagine that he might leave a stack of leftover flyers on his own table. That would probably make it a bit too obvious.

Satoru reached down, picked up his glass and took a quick drink of water, using this chance to subtly scan the room, without actually looking like he was scanning the room.

[I]'Wonder what this guy's like...?'[/I] he couldn't help but think to himself.