James couldn’t have looked more out of place when he walked into the Crusty Toad, an infamous establishment in the worst part of London, where pirates were known to frequent. It was a shabby place, with filthy, oil-stained wood floors and tables, dimly lit, and filled with the roughest men James had ever laid eyes on. All of his reading couldn’t have prepared him for the likes of men he encountered that evening. It had, however, prepared him for how to dress and speak properly while in the company of pirates, and he was rather pleased he had gone to the trouble of outfitting himself properly and learning their jargon. He was pleased he had taken the time to research the correct livery to serve on a pirate ship, and made it his business to acquire it at a little shop on Eaton Square with all manner of intriguing items with interesting tales, including the dashing black pirate coat he was wearing that evening. All of the men assembled were rather rough looking, with clothes that were worn down from wear and battle. James felt he stuck out in his brand-new livery, and though he went to great lengths not to pick out the fanciest of the coats he had spied in the shop, he still managed to look much more finely dressed than the other men there. There were a couple of pirates in particular who looked well-seasoned and nastier than the rest, who seemed to take an interest in James when he walked into the Crusty Toad—a bushy bearded pirate with dark hair, and a ginger-haired scallywag with a fresh, gruesome-looking wound on his face. James didn’t let his gaze linger long on the dastardly-looking men, for fear of offending them. Instead, he focused his gaze straight ahead. He took a deep breath as he was met by jeering laughs while walking past the pirates, likely due to his pristine and newly acquired white pirate shirt, long black belted frock coat with bright silver buttons, and shiny black pirate boots he had only just procured earlier that week.