It had been several weeks since the pirate had washed up and he had began to build a calm life on the settled lands of Fenia, aside from the occasional fight here and there, he was calm and at ease. A quiet and content giant, but when the option to get close to water arose, he all but through himself at it, craving the familiar ever changing currents.
Kicking off his boots and rolling his trousers up midway, he curled his toes into the tender shore soil completely ignoring the sharp bits that nicked at his feet, way to busy with the bliss he was entranced by. Soon Jones stood his full height and inhaled the salted air that only held one meaning for him "home" without hesitation he walked forward into the water that was black with cold, all the way up to his knees. At first, he just stood there, letting the water embrace and dance around his legs as he interrupted the natural current of the water , then he lowered his hands into it and felt the current that way, oh how he missed this.
The idea of making a day of this became more than an idea and developed into a plan, the pirate stripped his lose shirt from his toned muscled mass that was his torso and revealed the display of intricate and beautiful art that decorated almost every inch of his skin. Tying the sleeves and then the neck hole into knots, Jones fashioned a quick but effective net for himself and then walked out further into the water, when deep enough, he dived in.
He'd never admit it, but as soon as he collided into the waters cold embrace, he felt as if it was saying "welcome back" Jones wasn't superstitious but some of his mates would say he would've probably learned to swim before he walked, or that his blood was sea water. Which was all untrue, Jones just took to pirating, like a fish takes to water.
His net worked way better than expected and he managed to catch 5 fish with it "...blimey, these waters are rich" he exclaimed as he stood up in hip deep water and examined his catch, slightly impressed with himself. Jones didn't bother to dry himself off as he left the lakes cold water when he saw a distant fire near the edge of some trees, instead he just made a b-line for it.
Being a big scary guy, he was never really cautious as he could handle himself pretty well and others would just...go away. So, he sauntered casually towards the fire, and the developing forms, gripping a wet shirt of fish and he himself sopping wet. Upon seeing the forms up close, they became a woman, an Old man, and a little girl, Jones was at first struck curious on how normal it all seemed...no drinking...no braggarts...just simplicity...hmmm, not being one to question, he decided it be best to smile.
"Ello Mates, I just happen' to see your fire and was just itchin' to know if ya would like to have one more, gots some fresh fish here." he gives a crooked smile as he craned over to the side and smacked one side of his head, giving a few hard shakes to get the water out of his ear "They call me CutThroat Jones, Ya can call me Jones though."
Jones doesn't sit down yet, he just puts his hands on his defined hipbones and looks at the 3 with a arch of his brow as he closes a simple introduction "Pleasure."