Post by Tanis Siekert on Jan 24, 2016 22:54:37 GMT 7
Karate Island… The name itself now sent her head to spinning. How had it all turned out this way!? One moment she and Sorcha were escaping from a bounty hunter and the next they were dragged into the most bizarre crew she’d ever heard of. A giant. A man made of wind. It was so far out of everything that she’d known. Yet she couldn’t help but forcibly swallow down the tiny bubble of excitement that had begun to grow. These people had accepted her for the time being and though she knew she would likely have to break away in the future, she felt like she deserved to have at least a little fun by now.
As she was lost in her musing, the pamphlets fluttered down from the sky. One landed right on her face and she swiped at it, pulling it away far enough so that she might read it. There was a message coupled with some numbers that were clearly coordinates. “Huh. Sounds like a trap to me,” she murmured thoughtfully to herself. After giving it one more read, she dropped the paper. Positioned as she were down and away from the stands, it wasn’t until the sharp sound of a pistol firing that she was aware of what was transpiring between the Tempest Captain and some guy.
Staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed up into the stands, she was just in time to see a number of things happen all at once. Oz reformed (that was going to take some getting used to), Sorcha vaulted the distance and knocked the assailant flat on his back, an arrow at the ready, and the blonde crew-member also closed in. Tanis started up the steps and arrived just in time to catch the news. They were fated to travel to the mystery coordinates and it looked like they were going to wring some information out of the fool who’d thought he could handle the Tempest Captain.
Everything was a blur after that. They gathered anything they needed and made for the ship. Upon reaching it, she had to admit that she was impressed. She’d been expecting something less… massive. Then again, they had a giant on board so some dingy little caravel wouldn’t have worked. Sucking in a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and mentally prepared herself. Reverse Mountain couldn’t be all that difficult, could it?
Hours later and they were well on their way. The weather had gone from clear to stormy faster than one might expect but she’d been prepared, even excited. Wind whipping her hair and rain pounding the decks; this was amazing. She even gave a brief shout of joy when the storm first began. Foul weather might be another man’s bane but to her it was a balm. It seemed a living thing to her, complete with its own temperaments and behaviors.
She stood slightly behind and to the left of the helm which was currently being manned by the one she’d come to know as Rocket. Feeling a bit reckless for once, she decided to strike up a conversation- or at least, attempt to. “How long have you been with, er, what’s his name… Oscar? No, Oz!” she asked. There wasn’t much navigating to do at the moment. The stream had them in its teeth and wouldn’t likely let go until it was finished with them. She remained alert however, to the slightest changes in sea or sky.
As she was lost in her musing, the pamphlets fluttered down from the sky. One landed right on her face and she swiped at it, pulling it away far enough so that she might read it. There was a message coupled with some numbers that were clearly coordinates. “Huh. Sounds like a trap to me,” she murmured thoughtfully to herself. After giving it one more read, she dropped the paper. Positioned as she were down and away from the stands, it wasn’t until the sharp sound of a pistol firing that she was aware of what was transpiring between the Tempest Captain and some guy.
Staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed up into the stands, she was just in time to see a number of things happen all at once. Oz reformed (that was going to take some getting used to), Sorcha vaulted the distance and knocked the assailant flat on his back, an arrow at the ready, and the blonde crew-member also closed in. Tanis started up the steps and arrived just in time to catch the news. They were fated to travel to the mystery coordinates and it looked like they were going to wring some information out of the fool who’d thought he could handle the Tempest Captain.
Everything was a blur after that. They gathered anything they needed and made for the ship. Upon reaching it, she had to admit that she was impressed. She’d been expecting something less… massive. Then again, they had a giant on board so some dingy little caravel wouldn’t have worked. Sucking in a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and mentally prepared herself. Reverse Mountain couldn’t be all that difficult, could it?
Hours later and they were well on their way. The weather had gone from clear to stormy faster than one might expect but she’d been prepared, even excited. Wind whipping her hair and rain pounding the decks; this was amazing. She even gave a brief shout of joy when the storm first began. Foul weather might be another man’s bane but to her it was a balm. It seemed a living thing to her, complete with its own temperaments and behaviors.
She stood slightly behind and to the left of the helm which was currently being manned by the one she’d come to know as Rocket. Feeling a bit reckless for once, she decided to strike up a conversation- or at least, attempt to. “How long have you been with, er, what’s his name… Oscar? No, Oz!” she asked. There wasn’t much navigating to do at the moment. The stream had them in its teeth and wouldn’t likely let go until it was finished with them. She remained alert however, to the slightest changes in sea or sky.
NOTES Oh yiss
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS