Some Guy and Some Kid in Logietown {Private}

Having been at sea for weeks now with no guidance what so ever, Mitty had finally arrived in Loguetown. He had to search around a bit, asking the locals where he had docked in order to find out where he was. Having walked through the town, he had found a tavern. he figured he would be able to stop here for some food and drinks before gaining more information on the town. What he really needed was a shop which he could find supplies for repairing a ship. He didn't really have a ship, so to speak. He more or less had a simple raft, a loose seacraft he had put together in a rush. He'd tied it to a wooden post near the docks in hopes of it not floating away or sinking. If it does then his little adventure would be all the more expensive. Thusfar he'd made it by repairing ships of passerbys out at sea, helping out the people who he needed to when he needed some money. Most didn't want to pay Mitty after his services, however he fared well in a fight, being a Devil fruit user. He never took their ship - He was too prideful to sail someone else's boat. It was his and his alone 'till the day it sinks, then he builds a new one. That's how it has been and how it will continue to be, he had decided long ago.

It didn't take him long to notice that this place housed a Marine Headquarters making him worry. If that wasn't enough, it was crime ridden as well, Pirates from across the East Blue gathered at this one point in hopes of gaining supplies before wandering out on the Grandline. "Of course.. Loguetown of all places." he said under his breathe, following up with a sigh. It wouldn't be easy sailing away from this island alive. Luckily enough he didn't bear any Pirate Flag of his own yet, he'd yet to join a crew, despite being known as a Pirate across the East Blue. Not the most notorious, yet a newbie none the less. He'd taken on a few merchants and mercenaries who refused to pay when he had helped them out with their ship repairs. He'd just beaten them in a fight and had taken what he needed to, be it money or supplies for himself. He'd also taken on a few Bounty Hunters, though none of them were strong, all were new comers looking to make their first bounty. He'd never killed any of them, he just showed them they couldn't win against him, not with his abilities.

He walked into a tavern, a little bit away from the docks. He wasn't wearing his usual attire, he wore a hoodie over his vest and a visible black T-shirt underneath the unzipped hoodie. He was also wearing a beanie and some shades to aide in disguising him, anyone who wasn't immediately looking for him probably wouldn't recognize him right off the bat, not without some close inspection. He looked through the tavern, not too many people were here. He saw some people gambling, a card game it looked like. He thought it would be fun. He ended up making a bit of Beli off of the games, though, his foes had gotten fairly pissed and shit escalated to a bar fight, rather quickly. They left bruised and such, it being almost impossible to do anything against him with their level of strength. He merely set down on the bar of the tavern, and ordered some food, deciding he should hurry and leave soon. People had already started talking about it in the back of the room, probably wouldn't be long until the Marines got word of a Logia user in the tavern that a majority of criminals and Pirates typically attend during their loguetown visits.