Individual: Thatch

Prompt: A. Fire, flames, or excessive heat (this is also like one of my headcanons for how Thatch joined)

Rating: T

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Thatch lets himself move out of the way as marines are running through the street, talking about taking on some new forming crew. There had been no other name, but it left him curious enough to follow after and totally disregarding his noble 'duties' as this seemed more important. Making his way, he follows after to soon stop and slip between some buildings. Glancing down the street, he can see the marines holding out rifles towards a group of only five people, one man larger than the rest with an impressive height.

"Guararara! They act as if we have done something!" The man who stood tall with arms crossed was showing humor, but the blond man next to him with an interesting hair style and maybe the same age as Thatch is sighing out in exasperation.

"Are we ignoring the fact that you punched the Commodore through a building, yoi?" The question lingers and the mentioning has Thatch's eyes widen in surprise. Curiosity filled him more as he keeps his distance, but yearns to be closer to find out who these people are.

"Well, he was harassing a young girl, he was no longer a Commodore in that moment." The larger man replies with a gaze to the one who asked the question, getting a huff and blue eyes flickering to the side, Thatch noticing that it must have been an agreeable stance on the marine being punched. Hell, Thatch wants to thank them for doing so, but don't think it would go over well with his attire and how they seem to be pirates; most pirates not liking nobles, which he totally understood.

The next moments, rifles are fired off with no warning and blue flames are flaring right in the path before a bird swoops with those flames to take out the four marines that tried to attack with no warning. Watching the bird, a phoenix possibly, take them out was a bit satisfying, all those times Thatch has just wanted to nail them in the jaw for their actions to the citizens. The thing that was most astonishing was the flames swirling to soon show of the blond from before standing in the wake of where the bird was.

"I think we should get what we need and leave, Pops." The man claims while looking to the larger male, having Thatch think he was the captain but was confused by what he was called just then.

"I suppose so, my boy." The man chuckles in amusement and tells the others with him to go get what was needed so they could set off.

Thatch notices as people begin to go about their life, but he eyes the captain speaking to a woman, apologizing for the mess they have caused. Something wells in Thatch's chest as he hears this captain ask if they knew of anyone who was interested of leaving the area, the woman denying before being on her way as not to get caught up in anything else. Thatch finds he moved a bit out in the street and soon ducks to buy a cloak from a stall nearby. Moving along with cloak tight around his body, he can feel this swelling of a chance fill him and makes sure to approach somewhat in visible sight of the man inquiring at a stall.

"Are you guys pirates?" The question leaves Thatch in curiosity as soon as he approached, noticing the stall owner frowning in disapproval, knowing who he was.

"Hmm? Why, yes we are, guararara…!" A grin shows and Thatch swallows thickly as he wants to inquire on if they were looking, but felt a bit nervous since he didn't want to show like he was eavesdropping or something. "We are looking for anyone who is interested, hopefully a cook soon. We make do, but could be better." The man mentions and this has Thatch click with body straightening.

"I can cook!" The words come out, almost surprising himself, but notices the captain looking to him surprise. "I mean, I am still working on it! Widening my field in it, but I do know how to cook! I'm very passionate about it!" A smile somewhat tugs on Thatch's lips as he thinks of the creations he could do if allowed such a thing and ignores the stall owner's bulging eyes.

"Then are you interested to come sail the sea?" The question settles heavily on Thatch's shoulders as he looks to the man with lips pursing before nodding firmly. "Guararara, very well then! My name is Edward Newgate!" A hand is out and Thatch carefully moves his hand to shake as he doesn't want the man to see the noble clothes beneath the cloak.

"I'm Thatch!"