Post by jone on Feb 9, 2011 13:11:28 GMT -5
It had been a few days since Jon E. had set sail from Daijuu island. Out at sea, there was nothing but the enormous expanse of ocean, greeting you at every side. It was so much larger than any beast he had ever encountered; honestly, it was much more frightening, too. The thought was equally as exhilarating, however, and it urged the young hunter forward at an impressive pace. The sea, which had been described in both awe and fear from the stories of strangers, was being most kind. There hadn't been so much as a stray storm cloud the entire time.
His sail, made from the hide of a greatboar, was holding stable in the strongest of gusts. When there was no wind, he would row the small boat along, though in no particular direction. Jon E. hadn't left with so much as taking a map along. There wasn't much food on the small boat so he had planned to reach an island soon. The West Blue had a number of islands near each other no more than a weeks travel away; with the weather being so kind Jon E. was sure to reach one in no time. Which however, well, that was the exciting part.
One of the few times that Jon E. managed to get some sleep, he dreamed of hunts with his father. On Daijuu island, he had been one of the strongest; now, however, that wouldn't be the case. If only half the stories he had heard were true, then he was only a speck of sand on a beach. The men, more like monsters, that were in the Grand Line made him shake with anticipation. He would be able to learn and see so much, but first he would need to get stronger. Not only would he have to amass physical strength, but he would also have to gain the strength of a crew. Jon E wasn't so cocky as to believe he would last more than a bad storm in such a tiny boat and with no experience at sea. The fear of a bad turn in the weather was always at the back of his mind.
The crack of thunder shook Jon E. awake. The day had turned dark as grey clouds loomed over head and the wind began to pick up; it was exactly what Jon E. had been fearing. Waves began to churn his ship like butter, tossing it into the air as he struggled to stay topside. Jon E. drew the small sail in, removed his heavy, soaked coat and pressed his feet against the boats sides as he took a rowing position. Gritting his teeth and growling like an animal, he began to row with all his might; with nothing more than the power of his body and his determination to rely on.
His sail, made from the hide of a greatboar, was holding stable in the strongest of gusts. When there was no wind, he would row the small boat along, though in no particular direction. Jon E. hadn't left with so much as taking a map along. There wasn't much food on the small boat so he had planned to reach an island soon. The West Blue had a number of islands near each other no more than a weeks travel away; with the weather being so kind Jon E. was sure to reach one in no time. Which however, well, that was the exciting part.
One of the few times that Jon E. managed to get some sleep, he dreamed of hunts with his father. On Daijuu island, he had been one of the strongest; now, however, that wouldn't be the case. If only half the stories he had heard were true, then he was only a speck of sand on a beach. The men, more like monsters, that were in the Grand Line made him shake with anticipation. He would be able to learn and see so much, but first he would need to get stronger. Not only would he have to amass physical strength, but he would also have to gain the strength of a crew. Jon E wasn't so cocky as to believe he would last more than a bad storm in such a tiny boat and with no experience at sea. The fear of a bad turn in the weather was always at the back of his mind.
The crack of thunder shook Jon E. awake. The day had turned dark as grey clouds loomed over head and the wind began to pick up; it was exactly what Jon E. had been fearing. Waves began to churn his ship like butter, tossing it into the air as he struggled to stay topside. Jon E. drew the small sail in, removed his heavy, soaked coat and pressed his feet against the boats sides as he took a rowing position. Gritting his teeth and growling like an animal, he began to row with all his might; with nothing more than the power of his body and his determination to rely on.