In the distance, off approximately fifteen miles from the shore, a vast ship appears on the horizon. As the ship emerges closer it starts to become clearer to the few watching civilians of southern Italy that this is anything but an ordinary ship. The ship continues to approach this unsuspecting town. They noticed the unusual red sails and the fine craftsmanship of the material onboard. This says a great deal of the captain's personality itself. It speaks to many saying words such as passion, greed, lust, and vengeance.
After being secured, the crew looks towards their captain. He was a conquistador, a Spanish conquistador. He had wild dark brown hair with a slight ponytail secured by a red ribbon His cold emerald eyes could pierce into anyone's heart and reveal their darkest secrets without having them mutter a syllable. He slowly began to descend from the captain's deck and approach the center of the ship.
His long red coat flowing in the wind revealed his black airy pants and his white, somewhat see through, long sleeved shirt. His jacket was decorated with black designs in numerous places along the edges of the fabric. His black boots, folded over at the top, could be heard as he approached the dock. From up close you could tell he had a pierced ear where an emerald stone was located, along with a hat with he neglected to take off as a sign of peace. He simply looked at this town and grinned his devilish smile. He gazed around to familiarize himself with the environment. His gaze stopped dead as something caught his eye.
Staring at a bakery, he decided to 'investigate' the contents of this mysterious building. He enters to his surprise discovering baked goods of sorts, including breadsticks. He then proceeds to the ultimate kitchen behind the counter. He washes his hands proceeding to acquire the necessary items for baking. The workers just watched him warily, afraid to communicate with this stranger.
~In another part of town~
Yelling is heard from the town bar. Two men are quarreling over the hand of a supposable young lady. This fight gets so big that it had to be taken outside. Several men tried to break it up, but they just ended up joining. The young lady was sitting on the bar counter where others would have been drinking if it had not been for the commotion. She stares at the destroyed room that she would later have to clean and sighed. She proceeds to get up and make her way to the back room for cleaning supplies when a shot is heard. She stops in her tracks surprised that the fight had escalated to such an extreme. The world was quiet and only one person was talking. She made her way out the door and stared at the scene.
There, standing in the middle of the group, was the stranger no had ever seen before that day. He held his gun up in the air and had stopped the fight faster than it had started. She looked around searching for any casualties, surprised to find none. He had the glare of disapproval locked on the men standing, beaten up, in front of him.
One word came from those sweet yet harsh lips of his, "Por que?" The men then slowly glanced at their reason and his eyes followed. He looked at her then smirked. He approached her slowly yet steadily. The rest of the crowd watched not moving, as if frozen in place.