Post by nemo on Jan 26, 2022 23:27:21 GMT -5
Spite and anger were powerful emotions. They toppled kingdoms and spurred new discoveries.
In Monica's case, it lead to blindly chasing after a lead after months of searching. She knew if she didn't follow up with this, then the chances of her catching wind of her target were slim to nothing. It's not like Monica was struggling for money to fund the expedition either, so what was stopping her?
When one of the merchants came home from their trip and presented a stowaway whose jacket bore the Jolly Roger of the pirates that robbed her- she didn't even think twice. A few sweet words to her father and he swore to make his little princess happy. That same night, Monica had all the information needed. Sometimes it was nice to be so loved.
A personal ship was prepared the next day, and within the week she set off to the Colt Town.
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As the gold inlaid merchant ship drifted away from the ratty docks, Monica had a feeling in her gut that she was going to dread this island. She had never seen an island so...gray. She stood out like a sore thumb what with her giant space buns and her bright yellow clothes. The fine hairs on her arms rose, and she swore the wind whispered an ominous greeting in her ear.
But she was not anything if not a determined woman! With the Jolly Roger clenched tightly in her fist she marches through the town with no modicum of stealth, plucked eyebrows knit together tightly and mouth pressed into a thin line. Her heels STOMP STOMP STOMP on the ragged cobblestone of the streets and she does not stumble.
All she had to do was find the stupid pirates and as the stupid pirates where her stupid money was. Simple! It was all simple!
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A ghost nearby waters its long dead plants on the windowsill of their dead dead house and she breaks into a sprint.
"HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
In Monica's case, it lead to blindly chasing after a lead after months of searching. She knew if she didn't follow up with this, then the chances of her catching wind of her target were slim to nothing. It's not like Monica was struggling for money to fund the expedition either, so what was stopping her?
When one of the merchants came home from their trip and presented a stowaway whose jacket bore the Jolly Roger of the pirates that robbed her- she didn't even think twice. A few sweet words to her father and he swore to make his little princess happy. That same night, Monica had all the information needed. Sometimes it was nice to be so loved.
A personal ship was prepared the next day, and within the week she set off to the Colt Town.
--
"Stay safe, mon amie! Farewell! Your famille loves you!"
As the gold inlaid merchant ship drifted away from the ratty docks, Monica had a feeling in her gut that she was going to dread this island. She had never seen an island so...gray. She stood out like a sore thumb what with her giant space buns and her bright yellow clothes. The fine hairs on her arms rose, and she swore the wind whispered an ominous greeting in her ear.
But she was not anything if not a determined woman! With the Jolly Roger clenched tightly in her fist she marches through the town with no modicum of stealth, plucked eyebrows knit together tightly and mouth pressed into a thin line. Her heels STOMP STOMP STOMP on the ragged cobblestone of the streets and she does not stumble.
All she had to do was find the stupid pirates and as the stupid pirates where her stupid money was. Simple! It was all simple!
.
.
.
.
A ghost nearby waters its long dead plants on the windowsill of their dead dead house and she breaks into a sprint.
"HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
