That sudden flash of light completely catches poor Bastien by surprise. The pirate goes stumbling into a few filthy crates and barrels in hopes of scrambling away but it's too late. He's been caught, red handed at that by some little waif of a girl barely in her teens.

"What did you do that for!?" Bastien all but yells once he spots the child. "Ya got a death wish, sweetie? Hand over the Yimo!" Just when he was about to leap at the girl, Bastien is reminded of his current profession. Yes, his current profession. He's not a pirate anymore, at least not now. No, he's a guard. A sentry, no less.

"Ehehe..." A nervous chuckle escapes Bastien as he tries to think fast. This little vixen has him by the proverbial balls, doesn't she? He runs his hand over his face and sighs. "I am keepin' watch." So he claims. "I'm just patrollin', savvy?"