Post by coyotemarque on Feb 5, 2016 11:54:36 GMT -5
Marque was given his first official orders as a member of the Marines he was sent to an island located in the South Blue. Apparently, they required his services for some task that his commanding officer failed to inform him of. “What on Earth do they need me for?” The thoughts were stampeding through his brain at almost light force speeds. Would he actually be assigned to combat some pirate scum? A smile formed across his face for a split second; though it didn’t last long before his disdain facial expression returned. He looked out over the ocean as the ship made its way to the dock on Silver Island. The sun was shining beautifully radiating its glow as far a the eye could see. The magnificent view would be cut short by the squawking of a flock of seagulls flying overhead.
As Marque would continue to watch the birds that had stolen his attention he would be caught off guard by the sound of the ship captain shouting, “Port ahead! Prepare to dock the boat!” The skill of the crew piloting the ship was noteworthy; they were fast, efficient, and skilled. Before long they had the ship docked at the port. The young marine would walk over to the captain; “Thank you for the ride sir,” and with that being said the man would salute him then promptly exit the ship. After exiting the ship he made his way to through the town he could feel the heat of the pavement between his toes with every step he took. The thought of how his mother was doing was racing through his mind he hadn’t seen her in years now. Even if he was to see her again he wouldn’t know how to face her. Especially since he ran out on her after the pirate attack he experienced so many years back.
After gaining clarity to his mentality he remembered the reason he had come to this island in the first place. This was his first official assignment, and he had to do his best at whatever it is. After walking for a good thirty minutes he took in his surroundings of the area. This was truly a good city people were working hard to make a living, and with the markets around people were spending that hard earned belli. A slight smirk would form across the coyote humans face as he made his way through the great doors of the Marine Base. As he walked to the front desk he would lowly mutter, “Recruit Marque Winter reporting for duty!” The woman behind the desk would then begin to thumb her way through the book, and would smirk. “Well recruit I have a note to pass on to you.” The slender woman passed the letter across the desk into the hand of the marine, and he would take it, and open it.
Dear Recruit Marque Winter,
I truly hope that your journey was a safe one, and that you are adjusting to the way things operate on this island. You will be staying in room 27B it isn’t much; there is a cot, and a chair try to make the most of it. Now, onto the important task that I have called you out here to do. As of late the base has been experiencing something that is corrupting the appearance of our base. Your assignment is to solve this problem, and the answer to that solution is a mop. The floors are dirtier than ever, and we were short handed so I have to expedite for some help to clean this place up. Thank you for coming out to help!
Cordially,
The Cap’n
Marque would fold the letter, and place it back in the envelope. After placing the envelope in his pocket he looked at the girl again, “Where is the supply closet located?” The girl would pull out a map of the buildings layout, and would put out the location. “Thank you ma’am, these floors will be cleaner than ever before!” Marque would navigate his way throughout the layout of the building until he reached the supply closet, “Well this is it! No time to dally, I have to get this done to show them how hard I am willing to work.” After opening the closet he pulled out a mop, and rested it against the wall outside of the door. Then he would begin to draw water in a bucket so he would be able to adequately cleanse the floor with it. Reaching into his pocket the coyote man would pull out the medal that his father had left him. This whole event was the first step in his goal of honoring his father’s death. “Father, I know this isn’t the most pleasant job, but I will build my way up to something better no matter what the cost.” Slowly dipping the mop in the water until it got wet enough to mop with. Pulling the mop from the water he twisted the mop head attempting to remove the excess. After the prep was over he flopped the mop on the floor, and began to scrub it. Upon further examination of the floor the marine would nod agreeing with the captain's statement about the floors being filthy.
As Marque would continue to watch the birds that had stolen his attention he would be caught off guard by the sound of the ship captain shouting, “Port ahead! Prepare to dock the boat!” The skill of the crew piloting the ship was noteworthy; they were fast, efficient, and skilled. Before long they had the ship docked at the port. The young marine would walk over to the captain; “Thank you for the ride sir,” and with that being said the man would salute him then promptly exit the ship. After exiting the ship he made his way to through the town he could feel the heat of the pavement between his toes with every step he took. The thought of how his mother was doing was racing through his mind he hadn’t seen her in years now. Even if he was to see her again he wouldn’t know how to face her. Especially since he ran out on her after the pirate attack he experienced so many years back.
After gaining clarity to his mentality he remembered the reason he had come to this island in the first place. This was his first official assignment, and he had to do his best at whatever it is. After walking for a good thirty minutes he took in his surroundings of the area. This was truly a good city people were working hard to make a living, and with the markets around people were spending that hard earned belli. A slight smirk would form across the coyote humans face as he made his way through the great doors of the Marine Base. As he walked to the front desk he would lowly mutter, “Recruit Marque Winter reporting for duty!” The woman behind the desk would then begin to thumb her way through the book, and would smirk. “Well recruit I have a note to pass on to you.” The slender woman passed the letter across the desk into the hand of the marine, and he would take it, and open it.
Dear Recruit Marque Winter,
I truly hope that your journey was a safe one, and that you are adjusting to the way things operate on this island. You will be staying in room 27B it isn’t much; there is a cot, and a chair try to make the most of it. Now, onto the important task that I have called you out here to do. As of late the base has been experiencing something that is corrupting the appearance of our base. Your assignment is to solve this problem, and the answer to that solution is a mop. The floors are dirtier than ever, and we were short handed so I have to expedite for some help to clean this place up. Thank you for coming out to help!
Cordially,
The Cap’n
Marque would fold the letter, and place it back in the envelope. After placing the envelope in his pocket he looked at the girl again, “Where is the supply closet located?” The girl would pull out a map of the buildings layout, and would put out the location. “Thank you ma’am, these floors will be cleaner than ever before!” Marque would navigate his way throughout the layout of the building until he reached the supply closet, “Well this is it! No time to dally, I have to get this done to show them how hard I am willing to work.” After opening the closet he pulled out a mop, and rested it against the wall outside of the door. Then he would begin to draw water in a bucket so he would be able to adequately cleanse the floor with it. Reaching into his pocket the coyote man would pull out the medal that his father had left him. This whole event was the first step in his goal of honoring his father’s death. “Father, I know this isn’t the most pleasant job, but I will build my way up to something better no matter what the cost.” Slowly dipping the mop in the water until it got wet enough to mop with. Pulling the mop from the water he twisted the mop head attempting to remove the excess. After the prep was over he flopped the mop on the floor, and began to scrub it. Upon further examination of the floor the marine would nod agreeing with the captain's statement about the floors being filthy.