Post by Lord Bromosalino on Mar 19, 2012 11:03:20 GMT -5
Such heat! It was searing, boiling madness! Well, it was a desert after all. Or maybe it was because this particular fellow wasn’t accustomed to weather like this. For one, his own natural habitat was miles below the sea. He hadn’t planned on stopping on an island like this, but swimming for days had even made this fishman tired.
From what he could tell, he had arrived at the eastern most tip of the island. It wasn’t the most ideal place for a fishman to be, but if there was civilization of any kind, he might meet some people who could help him. Though he was in his early adulthood years, this twenty-two year old shark had been through quite a bit. He had sailed with his own crew for nearly three years and had even made it to the New World. Sighing at the memory of the disaster that had befallen them, the young man trudged across the barren wasteland as he tried to stay focused. But it wasn’t just now that he thought of what had happened. The memory continued to taunt him like a ghost. Always there, always reminding him that it was his fault. He had been the captain, he had made the decision to go to the New World (though they were still rookies), he held the responsibilities on his shoulders. And those responsibilities were now chains and shackles around his feet. Two of his crew members dead, the other two missing and presumably dead. That’s why he had to stop at every island he could find.
By some unknown means, he had woken up back in the Blues. Whether he had drifted there in his unconscious state or through some other form of travel, he was no longer in the New World, or even the Grand Line. Because he was a fishman, though he was of a different cut from the majority of fishman, his race and the race of humans could hardly see eye to eye and that made communicating with others a bit on the hard side. Most would either run away on sight while others became excessively aggressive. It didn’t help that he even looked like a blend of a pirate and bloodthirsty shark or the fact that he was over eight feet in height. His journey sailing across the Grand line and the battles in the New World left him riddled with scars, and as he wore no shirt, a large X shaped scar on his chest was visible. But, humans could be silly many times and let themselves judge others by what they saw, rather than the true heart of a person. But, that was ok. He had learned about the schism and hate that divided the two races long ago. One day he would end it, one day.
But right now, he had more pressing matters to attend to, such as crossing this desert. Though he was of shark descent and had a useful ability known as electroreception to guide his path, the heat and lack of water was making it hard for him. If only he could find some water to quench his…wait! Could it, or was it simply an illusion caused by the sun? No, it had to be real. Nothing else could sparkle and shine like this in a place as barren as this one. Water! Finding new strength, the tall fishman raced for the source of his excitement. It looked like this was a canal and with any luck, it might just lead to a city. Where there was water, there was life. Plopping down in an exhausted manner, the fishman looked into his own reflection. Staring back was a very different person than he expected to see. The eyes of the once cocky “Torpedo” Zane were gone, and staring back where the eyes of a man looking for a way home. Plunging his face under the water, Zane allowed himself to take a break from his walking and to just sit in the contentment of the cool running water.
Finally forcing himself back to his feet, Zane strained his eyes down past the blue ribbon in hopes of catching sight of any building. After moments of staring out into the expanse, Zane’s eyes caught sight of something red. Whether it was a building or just a rock, Zane would head in that general direction. Even the canal pointed to the object, so chances of running into somebody was good. Jumping back into the coolness of the canal, Zane propelled himself down the length of the canal. He was a good swimmer, and as a Shortfin Mako Shark, Zane reached speeds of sixty miles per hour in no time with little effort. In no time at all, he reached the object he had seen. It was a ship! The red that he had spotted from a distance became a sail and the ship was sailing directly into the heart of the city! Finally, civilization!
From what he could tell, he had arrived at the eastern most tip of the island. It wasn’t the most ideal place for a fishman to be, but if there was civilization of any kind, he might meet some people who could help him. Though he was in his early adulthood years, this twenty-two year old shark had been through quite a bit. He had sailed with his own crew for nearly three years and had even made it to the New World. Sighing at the memory of the disaster that had befallen them, the young man trudged across the barren wasteland as he tried to stay focused. But it wasn’t just now that he thought of what had happened. The memory continued to taunt him like a ghost. Always there, always reminding him that it was his fault. He had been the captain, he had made the decision to go to the New World (though they were still rookies), he held the responsibilities on his shoulders. And those responsibilities were now chains and shackles around his feet. Two of his crew members dead, the other two missing and presumably dead. That’s why he had to stop at every island he could find.
By some unknown means, he had woken up back in the Blues. Whether he had drifted there in his unconscious state or through some other form of travel, he was no longer in the New World, or even the Grand Line. Because he was a fishman, though he was of a different cut from the majority of fishman, his race and the race of humans could hardly see eye to eye and that made communicating with others a bit on the hard side. Most would either run away on sight while others became excessively aggressive. It didn’t help that he even looked like a blend of a pirate and bloodthirsty shark or the fact that he was over eight feet in height. His journey sailing across the Grand line and the battles in the New World left him riddled with scars, and as he wore no shirt, a large X shaped scar on his chest was visible. But, humans could be silly many times and let themselves judge others by what they saw, rather than the true heart of a person. But, that was ok. He had learned about the schism and hate that divided the two races long ago. One day he would end it, one day.
But right now, he had more pressing matters to attend to, such as crossing this desert. Though he was of shark descent and had a useful ability known as electroreception to guide his path, the heat and lack of water was making it hard for him. If only he could find some water to quench his…wait! Could it, or was it simply an illusion caused by the sun? No, it had to be real. Nothing else could sparkle and shine like this in a place as barren as this one. Water! Finding new strength, the tall fishman raced for the source of his excitement. It looked like this was a canal and with any luck, it might just lead to a city. Where there was water, there was life. Plopping down in an exhausted manner, the fishman looked into his own reflection. Staring back was a very different person than he expected to see. The eyes of the once cocky “Torpedo” Zane were gone, and staring back where the eyes of a man looking for a way home. Plunging his face under the water, Zane allowed himself to take a break from his walking and to just sit in the contentment of the cool running water.
Finally forcing himself back to his feet, Zane strained his eyes down past the blue ribbon in hopes of catching sight of any building. After moments of staring out into the expanse, Zane’s eyes caught sight of something red. Whether it was a building or just a rock, Zane would head in that general direction. Even the canal pointed to the object, so chances of running into somebody was good. Jumping back into the coolness of the canal, Zane propelled himself down the length of the canal. He was a good swimmer, and as a Shortfin Mako Shark, Zane reached speeds of sixty miles per hour in no time with little effort. In no time at all, he reached the object he had seen. It was a ship! The red that he had spotted from a distance became a sail and the ship was sailing directly into the heart of the city! Finally, civilization!