stowaway.
Port was bustling with the noise of merchants and passing arguments, carts and cargo hauled to and from ships of all shapes and sizes -- from Marine ships low on supplies to the very one Dellinger was aboard, sitting atop the railing with his legs crossed as he watched the chaos below. The Donquixote Jolly Roger flew high above, preventing those very government officials from intervening with anything more than a judgmental glare in the crew's direction.
The very idea of attacking a ship owned by Joker himself was laughable at best, and the young guard was capable of resting easy because of it. A smile remained plastered on his features, cheeks pulled upwards and eyes bright as he observed. He was supposed to be watching the cargo be unloaded, but distractions were plenty and had anything happened it would be easy to blame someone else. A weakling that wouldn't be able to defend themselves against he or the Young Master.
Dellinger hummed to himself, eyes darting from person to person until someone of interest caught his sights. The newcomer stuck out like a sore thumb, clearly not belonging to any particular crew in the area and searching for something. The hybrid's own curiosity got the better of him, and he piqued up to capture the man's attention.
"Kyahh!! You look lost over there!"