Post by viruswithshoes on Jan 1, 2019 1:08:04 GMT -5
Aside from the threat of catching tetanus from all the jagged, rusty metal littering the beach, it was the perfect place to set up a temporary clinic.
The rotting remains of the beached man o'war ship was just another piece of pirate refuse among an island of junk. That obscurity was one of its' charms as far as Toulon was concerned.
Ensconced in that giant, decomposing corpse of a ship worked a crew of medical professionals, the captain of which was hunched over a rusty anvil hammering a sheet of metal in the exposed remains of that vessel's boiler room.
Soot from the boiler covered the face of the man at the anvil, making it indistinguishable from his shoulder length black hair and the two-forked beard that hung to his chest.
Toulon sighed with fatigue and placed the metal arm he had just finished into a pile of cybernetic limbs he had crafted. What looked like a walking shadow in a fiery place next to a pile of limbs tended not to receive many visitors including the doctors that worked for the cyborg mechanic.
Toulon emerged from the open boiler to find several bored doctors encircling the remains of a broken table before a backdrop of the native black birds of the island glints easily identified by the shiny bits of scrap metal held in their beaks.
"If multiple crows are a murder and ravens are an unkindness what do we call a bunch of glints?" Toulon asked while sitting down to the craps game his crew played.
After the tired, soot covered man with the four, black cybernetic arms sat down upon an block of wood he helped himself to something purple in a bottle between the dice players.
"A theft?" Offered Doctor Sax, a middle-aged general medicine practitioner Toulon Kuroko had won in a Davy Back Fight.
There were a few more grunts at the broken table by the other crewmen the hirsute Captain had assembled by skill, luck, and cheating at the same Davy Back Fight. It brought the disturbing notion to mind that the bearded puppeteer had no clue as to how to gather a crew any other way.
The rotting remains of the beached man o'war ship was just another piece of pirate refuse among an island of junk. That obscurity was one of its' charms as far as Toulon was concerned.
Ensconced in that giant, decomposing corpse of a ship worked a crew of medical professionals, the captain of which was hunched over a rusty anvil hammering a sheet of metal in the exposed remains of that vessel's boiler room.
Soot from the boiler covered the face of the man at the anvil, making it indistinguishable from his shoulder length black hair and the two-forked beard that hung to his chest.
Toulon sighed with fatigue and placed the metal arm he had just finished into a pile of cybernetic limbs he had crafted. What looked like a walking shadow in a fiery place next to a pile of limbs tended not to receive many visitors including the doctors that worked for the cyborg mechanic.
Toulon emerged from the open boiler to find several bored doctors encircling the remains of a broken table before a backdrop of the native black birds of the island glints easily identified by the shiny bits of scrap metal held in their beaks.
"If multiple crows are a murder and ravens are an unkindness what do we call a bunch of glints?" Toulon asked while sitting down to the craps game his crew played.
After the tired, soot covered man with the four, black cybernetic arms sat down upon an block of wood he helped himself to something purple in a bottle between the dice players.
"A theft?" Offered Doctor Sax, a middle-aged general medicine practitioner Toulon Kuroko had won in a Davy Back Fight.
There were a few more grunts at the broken table by the other crewmen the hirsute Captain had assembled by skill, luck, and cheating at the same Davy Back Fight. It brought the disturbing notion to mind that the bearded puppeteer had no clue as to how to gather a crew any other way.