Oric had just arived at the cove. He was looking to join a crew and thought what better place to lok then pirates cove. Hastly he looked every where to find the infamous tavern of Pirate Cove. As he walked vigoursely through the cramped and dirty streets his long wavy black hair blew elegently behind him and his smooth face was complimented by a mustach and gotee, blending with his baby face to give off a more masculin appearence. Oric was a big man and so most were either intimidated, or just thought he was an oversized baffon, however in truth he was a very smart, especialy in matters of business. Also he wore an open white tunic, revealing part of his chest. On his legs he wore tattered brown pants that where shredded a few inches below his knee. Oric was not the richest of pirates, although he planned to be someday, and so did not even have a pair of shoes. As he walked the filthy streets many pirates frowned upon him. After about an hour of aimlessy searching the streets for the tavern, oric neaded a rest. Slowly he walked over to the edge of streets, were it drops straight down to the rockey beach, and rested himself against the fence that stood there and traveled al the way down to the beach. stress began to overwhelm him as he just could not find the tavern. He then leaned his head back and sighed. with his head still back he said to himself with a welsh accent. " Damn these bloody pirates who think theyre all better then me. Damn them straight to Davey Jones locker"