Post by tepigturtwig on Oct 15, 2016 19:23:38 GMT -5
Jerek sighed as the ferry chugged away from Loguetown. Shimmer had just settled down to bed, it seemed, so he wanted to see if he could scour around the ship. If that marine captain and his squadron attacked again, Jerek wanted to know the best spot to hide. He was no legendary pirate, and nor was Shimmer, but it seemed they already had a dedicated fan base. Like most fan bases, it's trying to kill us, he thought to himself, as a little smirk and a chuckle escaped from him. Jerek sauntered around, somewhat relieved to not have marines trying to kill him. He had just went from months on end of looking for a crew at Loguetown, and spending half the day making medicines in his hideout, to a day full of running and chaos.
Of course, that day was quite the heist, so it seemed logical that he would be a little tired. And his new prize had certainly worked its wonders on making him tired. He opened his palm up, but was only able to emit a little amount of steam. It is my first day with this devil fruit, so I shouldn't be abusing it this much. But he had to. Shimmer was a better marksman and stronger than him, even with two of her eight fish-woman arms cuffed up. However, it seemed they both had been worried they would abandon each other. He glanced down at his now torn and muddied blue suit, doing his best to press it and remove the wrinkles, but without his steam-iron devil fruit helping him, he only managed to wrinkle it more. Eventually, his body began succumbing to exhaustion, and he swayed to and fro, edging back to their hiding spot. Luckily, the rest of the passengers on the ferry were probably looking for their rooms, so few were on deck.
Once he got there, he shoddily set up a little nook to sleep in, and began his nightly ritual of cramming his head with random thoughts about medicine, easily falling asleep. The sun began setting, and the moon began taking its place. However, the pirates were lucky it did. Had there been enough light, they may have been seen by an unexpected visitor. Jerek would have recognized, and so would Shimmer, but lieutenant Ensign Pepper had leapt on board the ship with them, and, with none of the three knowing, she was sharing a room with them, but, luckily, on the other side. Somewhat tired from the day, she too was taking a power nap, and, had someone been able to see it, it would have been quite the sight: a fish-woman with two cuffed hands, a steam-iron human, and a long-arms tribe marine woman all sleeping together, in their own little corners.
Jerek awoke early the next morning, fatigue still dragging him down. He drearily got up, despite his body aching to go back to bed. It was tradition for him to always wake up at the same early time, no matter the circumstance, and his body was accustomed, except sometimes tried to remind him what the problem with it was. He began mixing a few concoctions together, and taking inventory of what he had salvaged in his medicine bag, while sleepily rubbing his eyes and trying to massage the sleep out of them. This tiredness usually stopped after a good hour or so of mixing together medicines, so he continued. He eventually got bored, and stepped out on the deck. As he looked around the ferry, he began noting how drearily boring it was. Drab, old wood, and simple, ergonomic design had never appealed to him, since he was a man of the finer things in life. He decided to wait until Shimmer was up to do anymore. There was safety in numbers. Especially when a marine battalion was hunting you down.
Of course, that day was quite the heist, so it seemed logical that he would be a little tired. And his new prize had certainly worked its wonders on making him tired. He opened his palm up, but was only able to emit a little amount of steam. It is my first day with this devil fruit, so I shouldn't be abusing it this much. But he had to. Shimmer was a better marksman and stronger than him, even with two of her eight fish-woman arms cuffed up. However, it seemed they both had been worried they would abandon each other. He glanced down at his now torn and muddied blue suit, doing his best to press it and remove the wrinkles, but without his steam-iron devil fruit helping him, he only managed to wrinkle it more. Eventually, his body began succumbing to exhaustion, and he swayed to and fro, edging back to their hiding spot. Luckily, the rest of the passengers on the ferry were probably looking for their rooms, so few were on deck.
Once he got there, he shoddily set up a little nook to sleep in, and began his nightly ritual of cramming his head with random thoughts about medicine, easily falling asleep. The sun began setting, and the moon began taking its place. However, the pirates were lucky it did. Had there been enough light, they may have been seen by an unexpected visitor. Jerek would have recognized, and so would Shimmer, but lieutenant Ensign Pepper had leapt on board the ship with them, and, with none of the three knowing, she was sharing a room with them, but, luckily, on the other side. Somewhat tired from the day, she too was taking a power nap, and, had someone been able to see it, it would have been quite the sight: a fish-woman with two cuffed hands, a steam-iron human, and a long-arms tribe marine woman all sleeping together, in their own little corners.
Jerek awoke early the next morning, fatigue still dragging him down. He drearily got up, despite his body aching to go back to bed. It was tradition for him to always wake up at the same early time, no matter the circumstance, and his body was accustomed, except sometimes tried to remind him what the problem with it was. He began mixing a few concoctions together, and taking inventory of what he had salvaged in his medicine bag, while sleepily rubbing his eyes and trying to massage the sleep out of them. This tiredness usually stopped after a good hour or so of mixing together medicines, so he continued. He eventually got bored, and stepped out on the deck. As he looked around the ferry, he began noting how drearily boring it was. Drab, old wood, and simple, ergonomic design had never appealed to him, since he was a man of the finer things in life. He decided to wait until Shimmer was up to do anymore. There was safety in numbers. Especially when a marine battalion was hunting you down.