Post by The Love Ballad on Apr 19, 2020 2:13:01 GMT -5
Waves lapped against the shore of the isle, the crew daring not to venture too far from their beached schooner. The haphazardly put together crew sat in various positions across the beach, only a single man remaining aboard the ship, and the younger lad's face showed no sign of happiness at the fact. The Marigold Pirates had been camped on the island for nearing three days now, the sunset marking the end of that third. They'd made a decent bounty pillaging undefended merchant ships and fishing towns for the past few weeks. Of course, all good things had to have come to an end, and it all so happened that the marines had become painfully aware of the crew bearing the bright yellow jolly roger not too long ago. The captain had called it, their days of raiding were to come to a brief intermission, and they'd found themselves resting on an island that any sailor worth his weight in salt knew to avoid like the plague. Because the island was one of plague.
Mag and the more experienced crewmen knew not to venture into the jungle, and to rest by the shore, feasting on the provisions of fish jerky, bread and rum. For the interior held naught for them but illness and hostile natives, natives who had turned the island into a veritable death trap. Stories preceded Golden Island among the seamen of the East Blue, and none of them were good.
Yet, as darkness took over their little camp, and the only sight visible beyond the waves was the black smoke and red haze of their campfire, Mag's uneasiness did not draw from the interior of the isle and its many dangers. Rather, it was a much deeper fear, one that seemed to almost envelop his soul. Something was off, there was something cursed about this part of the East Blue, and he longed to be rid of it.
His time with the Marigold Pirates had been a brief one, and one that he was not in any hope to elongate. Once they'd finally set forth from this forsaken place, he had no intention of remaining with this shambolic party. As much as he longed for a permanent crew with which to travel, it seemed that none of the captains with whom he'd joined with had come near to reaching his standards. Such was the way of a no-name pirate outside of the Grand Line it seemed.
As the captain got drunk with his men around the campfire, Mag found himself drinking alone by the shore. Occasionally pausing to throw an empty bottle of lager into the emerald waves. On any other day he'd have found himself drinking with the crew, cheering and partying with the rest. Yet here he was, an odd sense of somberness overcoming his usually boisterous personality. It was peculiar, a general sense of apathy and disgust with his current circumstances had seemed to settle over him far too often in the past few months.
Mag ripped the cap off his final bottle of beer with his teeth and downed the amber liquid as quickly as he could, the burning drink pouring down his gullet. The pirate lobbed the now empty bottle into the deep, before he began the trek back towards the campsite that his crew had established. The fire and haphazard tents more akin to a shantytown than a proper base, but that was typical of the Marigold pirates. Mountain bandits playing at brigands of the sea, the kind of men Mag would have felt so at home with not two years previous.
The fire blazed, a veritable lighthouse for the young pirate as he drunkenly shuffled his way back to his compatriots. Mag found his eyes focusing heavily on that auburn glow, his focus entirely ignoring that vast ocean surrounding the island.
Mag and the more experienced crewmen knew not to venture into the jungle, and to rest by the shore, feasting on the provisions of fish jerky, bread and rum. For the interior held naught for them but illness and hostile natives, natives who had turned the island into a veritable death trap. Stories preceded Golden Island among the seamen of the East Blue, and none of them were good.
Yet, as darkness took over their little camp, and the only sight visible beyond the waves was the black smoke and red haze of their campfire, Mag's uneasiness did not draw from the interior of the isle and its many dangers. Rather, it was a much deeper fear, one that seemed to almost envelop his soul. Something was off, there was something cursed about this part of the East Blue, and he longed to be rid of it.
His time with the Marigold Pirates had been a brief one, and one that he was not in any hope to elongate. Once they'd finally set forth from this forsaken place, he had no intention of remaining with this shambolic party. As much as he longed for a permanent crew with which to travel, it seemed that none of the captains with whom he'd joined with had come near to reaching his standards. Such was the way of a no-name pirate outside of the Grand Line it seemed.
As the captain got drunk with his men around the campfire, Mag found himself drinking alone by the shore. Occasionally pausing to throw an empty bottle of lager into the emerald waves. On any other day he'd have found himself drinking with the crew, cheering and partying with the rest. Yet here he was, an odd sense of somberness overcoming his usually boisterous personality. It was peculiar, a general sense of apathy and disgust with his current circumstances had seemed to settle over him far too often in the past few months.
Mag ripped the cap off his final bottle of beer with his teeth and downed the amber liquid as quickly as he could, the burning drink pouring down his gullet. The pirate lobbed the now empty bottle into the deep, before he began the trek back towards the campsite that his crew had established. The fire and haphazard tents more akin to a shantytown than a proper base, but that was typical of the Marigold pirates. Mountain bandits playing at brigands of the sea, the kind of men Mag would have felt so at home with not two years previous.
The fire blazed, a veritable lighthouse for the young pirate as he drunkenly shuffled his way back to his compatriots. Mag found his eyes focusing heavily on that auburn glow, his focus entirely ignoring that vast ocean surrounding the island.