Post by PlatonSkull on Jul 22, 2013 13:11:25 GMT -5
When you really think about it, Vikings and cowboys don't have a lot in common. They are, respectively, from a cold and warm climate travelling across the sea or through prairies. They do both have a history of violent behaviour, but they are radically different kinds and are justified in radically different ways.
So Cyrus Odin arriving at Stetson Island in his small boat with a Viking-themed Jolly Roger felt quite out-of-place to the local population.
Not that the local population took much notice, since Odin arrived at a newly constructed port just a bit outside the capital city (and only city on the island), Stetson City, where very few people lived.
It had taken Odin a while to find a place to dock while circling the island, due to him mostly encountering ruins or ghost towns that were once prosperous cities of the island. He looked forward to discovering exactly what had happened on this island resulting in more than half of it becoming uninhabited.
The young and aspiring pirate owned the second ship that rested at the new harbour. The first one was nearly as freshly constructed as the harbour itself: a merchant ship of impressing size, built from scratch and almost finished by the small capital's shipwrights.
The ship had been a risky project for the town, since it didn't have many resources to spend, but the people hoped for it to be the best way to return the island to its former glory - it was not very long ago that a rival island had overtaken their position as most popular arms-dealer, resulting in a business crash on the island as it lost its most profitable source of income.
Now, with this new merchant ship, they would rise from the dust to be a part of the global economy again.
Odin got off his small boat, his pet raven Hummings flying off to look around the island. The leather boots, cowboy hats and jeans that the people wore was a completely new sight to him, and he was already curious about what this place was up to.
He entered the only bar in the vicinity. It was empty, not very big, and quite worn out despite it being newly built.
I guess people just like drinking around here, thought Odin, which incidentally was one of the few things Vikings and cowboys had in common.
He sat down at one of the many unoccupied seats at the counter.
"Good day to you," said the bartender, and older fellow with moustache, glasses, hat and everything, "been a while since I last got outsider costumers"
"A beer, please. This island isn't very popular, is it?" Odin asked bluntly.
"Not since Pecos Town caused the weapon's crash, no," said the bartender, pouring him a glass, "the island's barely surviving on agriculture and bounty huntin'. Might wanna leave soon before they see the flag o' yours," he pointed out the window, which had a great view of the harbour.
Odin knew that he had as much reason to fear from the bounty hunters as he had to fear from the farmers. He was aware, however, that he might get a bounty on his head in the future.
So the industry of the island had been crippled by another island?
"So what's with the ship?" asked Odin as he received his beer.
"That's 'Hope' " he answered, "the few shipwrights from around here have been working on her, and they're nearly finished. Merchant ship, you see."
"I thought ships had to have girl's names?"
"Hope is a girl's name," explained the bartender, "and very fitting"
"True," said Odin and drank.
---
"So how's it look?" the boss asked.
"Well," said one of the scouts, "I s'pose it looks good enuff"
"Yeah," added the other scout, "got masts and all, seems fine"
"So you're sure we should do it now?"
"If you think so, boss,"
"Well," said Bob Donnathan a.k.a. "Don Cigarette", "let's just get this over with,"
So Cyrus Odin arriving at Stetson Island in his small boat with a Viking-themed Jolly Roger felt quite out-of-place to the local population.
Not that the local population took much notice, since Odin arrived at a newly constructed port just a bit outside the capital city (and only city on the island), Stetson City, where very few people lived.
It had taken Odin a while to find a place to dock while circling the island, due to him mostly encountering ruins or ghost towns that were once prosperous cities of the island. He looked forward to discovering exactly what had happened on this island resulting in more than half of it becoming uninhabited.
The young and aspiring pirate owned the second ship that rested at the new harbour. The first one was nearly as freshly constructed as the harbour itself: a merchant ship of impressing size, built from scratch and almost finished by the small capital's shipwrights.
The ship had been a risky project for the town, since it didn't have many resources to spend, but the people hoped for it to be the best way to return the island to its former glory - it was not very long ago that a rival island had overtaken their position as most popular arms-dealer, resulting in a business crash on the island as it lost its most profitable source of income.
Now, with this new merchant ship, they would rise from the dust to be a part of the global economy again.
Odin got off his small boat, his pet raven Hummings flying off to look around the island. The leather boots, cowboy hats and jeans that the people wore was a completely new sight to him, and he was already curious about what this place was up to.
He entered the only bar in the vicinity. It was empty, not very big, and quite worn out despite it being newly built.
I guess people just like drinking around here, thought Odin, which incidentally was one of the few things Vikings and cowboys had in common.
He sat down at one of the many unoccupied seats at the counter.
"Good day to you," said the bartender, and older fellow with moustache, glasses, hat and everything, "been a while since I last got outsider costumers"
"A beer, please. This island isn't very popular, is it?" Odin asked bluntly.
"Not since Pecos Town caused the weapon's crash, no," said the bartender, pouring him a glass, "the island's barely surviving on agriculture and bounty huntin'. Might wanna leave soon before they see the flag o' yours," he pointed out the window, which had a great view of the harbour.
Odin knew that he had as much reason to fear from the bounty hunters as he had to fear from the farmers. He was aware, however, that he might get a bounty on his head in the future.
So the industry of the island had been crippled by another island?
"So what's with the ship?" asked Odin as he received his beer.
"That's 'Hope' " he answered, "the few shipwrights from around here have been working on her, and they're nearly finished. Merchant ship, you see."
"I thought ships had to have girl's names?"
"Hope is a girl's name," explained the bartender, "and very fitting"
"True," said Odin and drank.
---
"So how's it look?" the boss asked.
"Well," said one of the scouts, "I s'pose it looks good enuff"
"Yeah," added the other scout, "got masts and all, seems fine"
"So you're sure we should do it now?"
"If you think so, boss,"
"Well," said Bob Donnathan a.k.a. "Don Cigarette", "let's just get this over with,"