Post by BEX on Oct 15, 2010 10:38:50 GMT -5
(OOC: By popular demand we are going to go with Scenario #1. I’ll change it so that we don’t necessarily have to be doing it for a Log Pose, I’ll change it so that we are doing it for possession of a stock of Den Den Mushi and Baby Den Den Mushi not to mention we need to fix the mast. If you have any suggestions otherwise post it in the Crew Lounge.)
The large Frigate ship bobbed smoothly in the calm waves surrounding the West Blue Islands. A lone figure leaned with both elbows propped against the ship’s side gazing with smoldering eyes into the distance as violent flashes of his memories flickered in his “mind’s eye”. Salty winds from the seas filled his clothing make it hover inches away from his body as if the two were in a disagreement, one refusing to make contact with the other. Expressionless as his face was there was a deep rooted sense of loathing in Jack’s heart, yet he knew there was something more and the one person that knew what it was had died a long time ago. Sighing, the young man turned over and pressed his back against the side of the massive ship. His eyes drifted to the unhinged stump that had once been the mighty mast of the Los Anicetos and smiled dimly remembering whose fault it was that their ship had ended up the way it should,
“D*mn girl goes around destroyin’ everything then starts giving speeches…che…” he snorted to himself with the corners of his mouth twitching as if they were struggling to smile, but restraints kept that from happening.
He hoped that out of the assortment of interesting personalitiesthat had gathered upon the ship there would be one person who had managed to grab hold of a Log Pose or else they would be left to the mercy of the casual toned, Juba Kilque. A small package of sound hurtled to him across the sea making him jump visibly because he hadn’t been expecting something like that to occur with his powers. Longing for day to come Jack turned towards the hull of the ship and as his eyes came back into focus he couldn't tell whether the Marines were plotting against the Dancing Blades, but he had sensed the dark silhouette standing at the docks staring across the sea in the dark of the night. The air began to bit into Jack’s skin leaving areas where the cold had gotten so bad that it felt like cold needles were being jabbed into your body. By tomorrow the Dancing Blades would be within one day of reaching an island, but there was something that seemed to bug him.
“Gues we’ll just f*ckin’ find out then.." he said as he wobbled to his private Captain’s quarters.
The large Frigate ship bobbed smoothly in the calm waves surrounding the West Blue Islands. A lone figure leaned with both elbows propped against the ship’s side gazing with smoldering eyes into the distance as violent flashes of his memories flickered in his “mind’s eye”. Salty winds from the seas filled his clothing make it hover inches away from his body as if the two were in a disagreement, one refusing to make contact with the other. Expressionless as his face was there was a deep rooted sense of loathing in Jack’s heart, yet he knew there was something more and the one person that knew what it was had died a long time ago. Sighing, the young man turned over and pressed his back against the side of the massive ship. His eyes drifted to the unhinged stump that had once been the mighty mast of the Los Anicetos and smiled dimly remembering whose fault it was that their ship had ended up the way it should,
“D*mn girl goes around destroyin’ everything then starts giving speeches…che…” he snorted to himself with the corners of his mouth twitching as if they were struggling to smile, but restraints kept that from happening.
He hoped that out of the assortment of interesting personalitiesthat had gathered upon the ship there would be one person who had managed to grab hold of a Log Pose or else they would be left to the mercy of the casual toned, Juba Kilque. A small package of sound hurtled to him across the sea making him jump visibly because he hadn’t been expecting something like that to occur with his powers. Longing for day to come Jack turned towards the hull of the ship and as his eyes came back into focus he couldn't tell whether the Marines were plotting against the Dancing Blades, but he had sensed the dark silhouette standing at the docks staring across the sea in the dark of the night. The air began to bit into Jack’s skin leaving areas where the cold had gotten so bad that it felt like cold needles were being jabbed into your body. By tomorrow the Dancing Blades would be within one day of reaching an island, but there was something that seemed to bug him.
“Gues we’ll just f*ckin’ find out then.." he said as he wobbled to his private Captain’s quarters.