Post by |The SHAKINATOR| on Mar 24, 2011 17:19:18 GMT -5
The night was still young and the moon barely stood out in contrast to the burning sky with the sun almost completely swallowed by the horizon. Garuda jumped off the small dinghy with a stride. His body feeling relieved as he found land beneath his feet again. The ride from Crescent Moon had been a rough one but he had managed to get out of that hell hole in time. Crescent Moon had enough problems to deal with and it wasn't his battle. Garuda felt his goals didn't follow what the Gold Dream and their Captain Haseo were following.
It didn't matter now, he had made his decision. It was time to follow his own dream now and his own destiny. Garuda knew the time was right. He could taste it in the last breath of the sinking sun. The task at hand though was not an easy one. Hell, some would even call it impossible. Many people had failed trying to do what he had set out to accomplish. Many had even perished in the attempt but then again, none of them had been as determined and skilled as Garuda. The Uzuki Clan had all taken their shot at finding their lost fortune and now it was his turn to fulfill his destiny.
Long ago, many years before the current day and age lived a famous and notorious pirate. He rampaged through the grand-line, knocking up famous pillages after defeating other pirates as he ranked up a large fortune. Like many pirates of his age, he buried the treasure he had collected, very much like the famous One Piece left by Gol D. Roger but this wasn't one that was left for the world to find. Not many knew about the fate of this treasure but Garuda knew it was real. He put his hand into his robes to reveal an old parchment wrapped in a protective casing. It was Garuda's most prized possession after his sword. This was the map that hid the held the secret's the location of that very treasure and it belonged to him for it was left behind by Uzuki Hiroshima, his ancestor. The same blood was now running through his veins and it boiled and burned, longing for the glory and satisfaction of retrieving what belonged to him.
However, Garuda knew this was no easy task. He would have to find allies who he could trust. Those who would be willing to risk their lives for the cause. They would have to mightily talented at what they do. The Black-Haired Swordsman walked through the port, admiring the handy ships that had docked up here. Garuda knew he would require a ship should he wish to go on this epic adventure and he did have some money stocked up from the loot he had gained from the battle against the Flash Pirates but would he be able gain enough people to run the thing. All Garuda knew was how to fix the bloody things.
The Pirate walked casually through the island, admiring his surroundings. The island was beautiful, even in the dark for it felt close to nature. The path consisted of bridges connecting to tree-huts that lead to more wooden bridges, all connecting one tree to another creating a whole chain of paths. It was quite amazing how they had constructed such a wonderful town in such a manner. The lanterns that hung from the tree's made it easy to navigate around the town even during the night. Garuda spotted a few young men dancing happily outside a tree-hut reading the name, Forest Glumps. It looked like a bar of some sort for the two men were heavily intoxicated with both holding a mug in one hand whilst the other was being used to keep themselves stood up against one another. Garuda hadn't had a drink in a while and it was time to knock a few back.
It didn't matter now, he had made his decision. It was time to follow his own dream now and his own destiny. Garuda knew the time was right. He could taste it in the last breath of the sinking sun. The task at hand though was not an easy one. Hell, some would even call it impossible. Many people had failed trying to do what he had set out to accomplish. Many had even perished in the attempt but then again, none of them had been as determined and skilled as Garuda. The Uzuki Clan had all taken their shot at finding their lost fortune and now it was his turn to fulfill his destiny.
Long ago, many years before the current day and age lived a famous and notorious pirate. He rampaged through the grand-line, knocking up famous pillages after defeating other pirates as he ranked up a large fortune. Like many pirates of his age, he buried the treasure he had collected, very much like the famous One Piece left by Gol D. Roger but this wasn't one that was left for the world to find. Not many knew about the fate of this treasure but Garuda knew it was real. He put his hand into his robes to reveal an old parchment wrapped in a protective casing. It was Garuda's most prized possession after his sword. This was the map that hid the held the secret's the location of that very treasure and it belonged to him for it was left behind by Uzuki Hiroshima, his ancestor. The same blood was now running through his veins and it boiled and burned, longing for the glory and satisfaction of retrieving what belonged to him.
However, Garuda knew this was no easy task. He would have to find allies who he could trust. Those who would be willing to risk their lives for the cause. They would have to mightily talented at what they do. The Black-Haired Swordsman walked through the port, admiring the handy ships that had docked up here. Garuda knew he would require a ship should he wish to go on this epic adventure and he did have some money stocked up from the loot he had gained from the battle against the Flash Pirates but would he be able gain enough people to run the thing. All Garuda knew was how to fix the bloody things.
The Pirate walked casually through the island, admiring his surroundings. The island was beautiful, even in the dark for it felt close to nature. The path consisted of bridges connecting to tree-huts that lead to more wooden bridges, all connecting one tree to another creating a whole chain of paths. It was quite amazing how they had constructed such a wonderful town in such a manner. The lanterns that hung from the tree's made it easy to navigate around the town even during the night. Garuda spotted a few young men dancing happily outside a tree-hut reading the name, Forest Glumps. It looked like a bar of some sort for the two men were heavily intoxicated with both holding a mug in one hand whilst the other was being used to keep themselves stood up against one another. Garuda hadn't had a drink in a while and it was time to knock a few back.