With the sun threatening to set on a beautiful sky, a young lad with a head full of lazy curls wandered the docks. He stood out from the regular thick, hand stitched clothing of the 17th century sailors in his blue jeans and tee shirt. His flip-flop sandals swapped along with his easy pace. He smiled at everyone he passed, though his eyes didn't light up until he saw the Pearl. He would recognize that ship anywhere with his eyes closed. "Hello, m'lady. I bid you a good evening."