The hooded figure untied the ship from the dock, he was surprised the ship was still afloat, the amount of coin and treasure it had been loaded to the brim with, the wind picked up catching the sails pulling the ship forward.
“Best heist yet, id reckon..” As the figure pulled the fake beard and mustache off and threw it overboard and watched it float on the water surface a moment, the face staring back he had grown to like.
“Talom Vance rest easy old friend.” And as the figure turned forward a happy song echoing out of his lips the setting sun on his back he sailed outward to find the next mark.