“La Ciudad de Fantasia… Real?” Barbert pondered aloud. Neither of his parents were one for reading him stories to sleep when he was a kid, but the rare times they did that story in particular always stood out to him. A whole city that could grant your wishes… Ain’t that a dream? When he was younger, the idea of simply wishing to be the greatest barber in the world was very appealing to him. Not so much anymore. Barbert crossed his arms and shut his eyes as he proudly nodded to himself, reflecting on the value of working hard towards your goals to make it all the more fulfilling when you finally achieved them.

He was too busy thinking to himself to notice that the person being executed had just interrupted the entire process. It took more than a few people brushing past him to pull him back to reality, to which he looked around in surprise. “Huh? Wha? What’s everyone running for? It couldn’t have been that bad, ri— Oh.” Barbert turned his head up to the execution platform again, noticing that the… man with the unkempt hair had turned the tables on his would be executioners. Ugh, c’mon, at least let someone die looking good and [i]not[/i] as someone who just got out of be—

Again, his thoughts were interrupted as a pirate this time was knocked back into him, pushing him down to the ground. “Ow! Guh… It’s getting rough around here,” he noted and got back to his feet to get away from the fighting crowd, “That’s my cue to leave!” Thank goodness he was only on the edge of the crowd, it made getting out of it much easier and less of a hassle. But he still had no food… And with the way things were going, the seas were most definitely going to be rough leaving. Pirates were bound to retreat from the marines, and since pirates need ships to run away with, that meant [i]his[/i] ship was in danger of getting swiped in all the commotion!

Yes, this logic was completely sound to Barbert. Alright, first things first: he can’t just leave without bringing anything to eat with him. Not with his fish luck. So he immediately bolted for where he hoped the actual marketplace would be to try and finish his errand as fast as possible.