A devilish grin on his face, Riley jumped, he had been on the edge of his seat for this whole sail, literally, he jumped and fell from a deck he was sitting on, landing six feet down from where he had originally been, he had never been the most graceful of people but he didn't want to dwell on that. As he hit the ground his legs crumpled beneath him and he fell to the ground, falling back on his ass. Muttering curses he sat back up, a hand now in front of his face. It belonged to one of his crewmates and he grabbed it, pulling himself up, "thanks."
The grimace of pain turned into a grin once again.
Now as they docked he ran, he had been waiting to get off the ship for weeks now, as much as he loved the sea, his legs felt like jelly at this point, and that fall didn't help.
His captain had a soft spot for him, maybe it was how young he was or how innocent he seemed to be, either way Riley usually got away with whatever he wanted, so, when he ran off, ready to go to a tavern, he knew he knew his captain wouldn't be mad.
As he walked down the street, his baggy pants pulled up to his knees and his tank top hanging loosely on his shoulder, his bare feet slapping on the road, he noticed people selling fruits, jewelry, and various other items on the side of the road, as profitable pirating was, Riley didn't have any money on him, and when he saw a silver necklace he knew he had to have it, he walked by, nonchalantly, and grabbed it off the shelf while the seller wasn't looking, unfortunately someone else saw, and the chase was on.
Almost a half hour later and Riley hid under a bridge, quite a commotion going on above him because of the silver he stole, nonetheless, he had it and it now laid in his pocket, giggling, he leaned his head against the bridge support, closing his eyes and smiling to himself. It was good to be back on solid land.
He would have to go to the tavern soon to order a room, but for now, hiding was the best thing to do.