the sounds of a bustling dock ring out onto the open sea. metal chains clanging as they´re piled on top of themselves, orders shouted across ships and over moving heads, and the randomly mixed sounds of his crew being less-than-charming rush david as he opens his main office´s door. he´s met with two delivery men, just who he had been expecting. stepping aside to let them in, his eyes land on a stray figure wandering closely behind the two men. ¨tharr´s no business for ya here,¨ he begins, his voice one that has seen so many shores the accents begin to meld. it holds strong notes of scotland and is friendly, albeit stern in his misunderstanding of what his friend meant by ¨tell them you´re still closed for now¨. he slips his thumbs into the belt he wears, letting go of the door to lean on it instead. ¨you can go now.¨