Post by donnervark on May 24, 2012 15:07:58 GMT -5
Amidst a small but powerful storm somewhere in the North Blue a damaged craft was tossed around by the waves. Being tossed about with even greater ease was its sole occupant, a young and athletic young man with bright orange hair named Donner Vark. Don had himself tied to the mast while he struggled to expel the water flooding his small boat. He swore with each bucket that he scooped, because each wave would replace everything he’d just emptied, and being a Devil Fruit user, he didn’t get along well with large amounts of water.
“Damn!” He shouted as a big gust of wind stole his cap, sending it far from his reach. He had lost count how many times he had to get a new one, but it still pissed him off every time he lost his hats. He continued to furiously throw water from his boat until the rain seemed to stop. He looked up, hoping for a ray of sunshine, only to find a massive tidal wave looming over him, stopping the rain. “Well that’s just dandy…” He braced himself as the water hit him like a wall of rock, smashing his boat to tinder. He rolled through the water, losing all control over his body as his strength was leached from him. If it hadn’t been for the rope, he’d have sunk straight to the bottom of the sea. This was only a small service, as the next hour was spent being thrashed about still tied to the only surviving chunk of his vessel. He would wake up only to be slammed back down by another wave, this went on until he finally passed out from the strain. When next he sputtered awake, it would be dawn.
“Ugh…” Don groaned as light started to pierce through his eyelids. He could barely even lift his arm to block the sun, and it took him a few moments to figure out why. He was afloat, but his legs from the thigh down were submerged, which meant he wasn’t going to be using his Devil Fruit powers anytime soon, nor would he even have the strength to deal with normal pirates if they came along. “Crap. Well this is fantastic Don. Look what you’ve got yourself into….” He weakly loosened up the rope, giving him some slack so he could look around. There was nothing, no islands, no clouds, no waves even. It was almost creepy to see the ocean so still. “….Hmmm…not a good start.” He forgot about the weather while he made to pull his legs up out of the water. But as soon as he tried he almost overturned the chunk of boat keeping him from the abyss.
“All right…..I guess we wait then…” And wait he did not. Only an hour after he awoke a ship came into sight….a marine ship. He just laid there as it approached, its paddles confirming his suspicion that he’d been washed into the calm belt. There was nothing he could possibly do now, so he just groaned and laid back as the massive ship drew closer and closer. Eventually It’s shadow loomed over him, giving him a bitter break from the sun.
“Don’t worry losers. I’m not staying long…” He grumbled as silhouettes rushed about on deck, probably getting ready to rescue him. Of course, since the damn mast was intact, his black flag which had miraculously survived the storm hung as an obvious sign of his chosen occupation, and his rescue would ultimately end in detainment. “….Cannon Vark has better things to do than rot in your brig.”
“Damn!” He shouted as a big gust of wind stole his cap, sending it far from his reach. He had lost count how many times he had to get a new one, but it still pissed him off every time he lost his hats. He continued to furiously throw water from his boat until the rain seemed to stop. He looked up, hoping for a ray of sunshine, only to find a massive tidal wave looming over him, stopping the rain. “Well that’s just dandy…” He braced himself as the water hit him like a wall of rock, smashing his boat to tinder. He rolled through the water, losing all control over his body as his strength was leached from him. If it hadn’t been for the rope, he’d have sunk straight to the bottom of the sea. This was only a small service, as the next hour was spent being thrashed about still tied to the only surviving chunk of his vessel. He would wake up only to be slammed back down by another wave, this went on until he finally passed out from the strain. When next he sputtered awake, it would be dawn.
“Ugh…” Don groaned as light started to pierce through his eyelids. He could barely even lift his arm to block the sun, and it took him a few moments to figure out why. He was afloat, but his legs from the thigh down were submerged, which meant he wasn’t going to be using his Devil Fruit powers anytime soon, nor would he even have the strength to deal with normal pirates if they came along. “Crap. Well this is fantastic Don. Look what you’ve got yourself into….” He weakly loosened up the rope, giving him some slack so he could look around. There was nothing, no islands, no clouds, no waves even. It was almost creepy to see the ocean so still. “….Hmmm…not a good start.” He forgot about the weather while he made to pull his legs up out of the water. But as soon as he tried he almost overturned the chunk of boat keeping him from the abyss.
“All right…..I guess we wait then…” And wait he did not. Only an hour after he awoke a ship came into sight….a marine ship. He just laid there as it approached, its paddles confirming his suspicion that he’d been washed into the calm belt. There was nothing he could possibly do now, so he just groaned and laid back as the massive ship drew closer and closer. Eventually It’s shadow loomed over him, giving him a bitter break from the sun.
“Don’t worry losers. I’m not staying long…” He grumbled as silhouettes rushed about on deck, probably getting ready to rescue him. Of course, since the damn mast was intact, his black flag which had miraculously survived the storm hung as an obvious sign of his chosen occupation, and his rescue would ultimately end in detainment. “….Cannon Vark has better things to do than rot in your brig.”