Post by Happy Cappy on Mar 16, 2017 23:15:08 GMT -5
Winchester had quite the reputation. It had been hard to believe such rumors when she'd been at the bow of the ship, her palms placed on the carved wooden hair of the nautical figurehead (a rather shameless mermaid whose arms melded into the wood of the ship) looking at the rapidly approaching island. Only the emerald foliage of the palm trees stood out to her, and the glorious naval compound that the ship would be docking at. It had been hard to imagine the base - a considerably sized, small city in its own right – having ongoing issues with pirates. What sorts of pirates could give this place so much trouble?
As the suppliers she'd been sailing with had docked and began the process of unloading cargo, she had slipped easily down the ramp in their midst and disappeared into the streets. It didn't take much navigating for her to find her way to the roadways. The exits to the city were guarded checkpoints where those entering and leaving, except for marines, were searched. While they hadn't had any reason to keep her from leaving, they'd urged her to be wary on her journey, and hadn't approved of her traveling alone.
If everything went as planned, though, she wouldn't have to worry about passing through the checkpoint again.
The skies were clear, cloudless and blue, and bright sunlight filtered through the intermingled branches of the forest to cast patches of sunlight all over the forest floor. The path had gone from well-kept and wide where it had branched off to a local town within the marine's protection to grown-over and barely touched as she traveled it. Her clothing was simple, a white cotton shirt that fit close to her body, brown pants tucked in dusty brown boots, a leather sheath bearing a short-sword at her hip, and an emerald-green, well-made hooded cloak drawn around her body. Her hair, long and black, hung freely down the length of her spine and stirred lightly in the wind.
She was smiling brightly, as if she was heading to something innocuous and joyful... words most would not have used to describe pirates. For the moment, she'd forgotten her reservations about it, and her mind was abuzz instead with the idea that she was walking toward her dream. It was a first step, and the largest, to becoming the woman she hoped the years and her efforts would shape her into.
As the suppliers she'd been sailing with had docked and began the process of unloading cargo, she had slipped easily down the ramp in their midst and disappeared into the streets. It didn't take much navigating for her to find her way to the roadways. The exits to the city were guarded checkpoints where those entering and leaving, except for marines, were searched. While they hadn't had any reason to keep her from leaving, they'd urged her to be wary on her journey, and hadn't approved of her traveling alone.
If everything went as planned, though, she wouldn't have to worry about passing through the checkpoint again.
The skies were clear, cloudless and blue, and bright sunlight filtered through the intermingled branches of the forest to cast patches of sunlight all over the forest floor. The path had gone from well-kept and wide where it had branched off to a local town within the marine's protection to grown-over and barely touched as she traveled it. Her clothing was simple, a white cotton shirt that fit close to her body, brown pants tucked in dusty brown boots, a leather sheath bearing a short-sword at her hip, and an emerald-green, well-made hooded cloak drawn around her body. Her hair, long and black, hung freely down the length of her spine and stirred lightly in the wind.
She was smiling brightly, as if she was heading to something innocuous and joyful... words most would not have used to describe pirates. For the moment, she'd forgotten her reservations about it, and her mind was abuzz instead with the idea that she was walking toward her dream. It was a first step, and the largest, to becoming the woman she hoped the years and her efforts would shape her into.
