Post by Kurosaki on Dec 31, 2010 22:41:07 GMT -5
Wind has a powerful effect. It moves and bends things such as plants to it's will. A small sail boat rocked amongst the waves, now becoming progressively choppier as it approached the shore of a small island. This sail boat had been whisked here mostly at the will of the wind even though it's owner had been trying to aim for another island. However, it seemed fate had other things in store for him.
A figure stood in front of the boat, standing with his hands in the pockets of his pants. His hair was ruffled by that same breeze. white and black strands flicked back and forth, some brushing his face and obstructing his vision momentarily. But even then his light brown eyes could easily make out the features of the place he would call his next resting point.
The Island seemed to be composed of mostly vegetation. Of course, there were beaches. Some of the parts of the beaches would make an easy place to land and tie up his vessel. Water pulled back from others to reveal sharp and dangerous rocks nearby; a danger the craft's owner intended to avoid. If the wind played along, of course.
"This place screams adventure," the young adult observed with a slight smile before he got to work on adjusting the sail. This time it obeyed him and he soon touched down on sand. Shoes sank into the mixture of sand and water and were hard to move as he yanked his boat up onto the shore. Drier sand stuck to those same wet shoes as he pulled the vessel still further up and toward the foliage. He then proceeded to use some large palm frans to cover it up.
It was his only way off.
Though it would make for an interesting story if something did happen to it, Ethan Chapman observed.
"North, looks to be that way," Ethan observed, turning his eyes to the right before clicking his compass closed. He began to poke around at the base of the forest and eventually discovered a small pathway. "Looks like I'm not the only human here." Ethan began to start forward.
A figure stood in front of the boat, standing with his hands in the pockets of his pants. His hair was ruffled by that same breeze. white and black strands flicked back and forth, some brushing his face and obstructing his vision momentarily. But even then his light brown eyes could easily make out the features of the place he would call his next resting point.
The Island seemed to be composed of mostly vegetation. Of course, there were beaches. Some of the parts of the beaches would make an easy place to land and tie up his vessel. Water pulled back from others to reveal sharp and dangerous rocks nearby; a danger the craft's owner intended to avoid. If the wind played along, of course.
"This place screams adventure," the young adult observed with a slight smile before he got to work on adjusting the sail. This time it obeyed him and he soon touched down on sand. Shoes sank into the mixture of sand and water and were hard to move as he yanked his boat up onto the shore. Drier sand stuck to those same wet shoes as he pulled the vessel still further up and toward the foliage. He then proceeded to use some large palm frans to cover it up.
It was his only way off.
Though it would make for an interesting story if something did happen to it, Ethan Chapman observed.
"North, looks to be that way," Ethan observed, turning his eyes to the right before clicking his compass closed. He began to poke around at the base of the forest and eventually discovered a small pathway. "Looks like I'm not the only human here." Ethan began to start forward.