Post by EriChar on May 22, 2011 15:24:57 GMT -5
“Storm’s are such a pain!” Screamed Bay, rowing a teeny tiny row boat in the middle of a fierce storm. Bay was a botanist, not a navigator, he had no idea that the sea’s would be this rough, and now regretted his original notion that he could take a row boat to visit the islands surrounding his homeland, the Queendom of Ciudadela. While he was a pretty strong guy, even now he wasn’t particularly tired out from the rowing he was doing, it was now starting to make sense as to why people preferred vessels with sails, it wasn’t just because they were lazy.
He had been in such a rush, having wanting to get straight to the sea and follow his goals, he’d quickly bought some supplies which he had loaded into a row boat that he’d borrowed from, well whoever had left it there without keeping an eye on it. He hadn’t even said goodbye to his mother, just rushed to the harbour straight from his encounter at the palace, not taking any time to rest. The seas were calm when he set off, so he took a nap in the boat and was rudely awakened by the pitter-patter of raindrops as he slept.
Bay picked up a compass, turning it around and even upside down, as if it would tell him which way he needed to go to get out of the storm he was in. The thing still stubbornly pointed to north, so in a slight tantrum he tossed it back to the bag with his supplies, angrily shouting “This thing’s no use!”
A makeshift covering had been constructed by Bay from his coat, sitting over a small plant pot which now contained the seed of the Parrot Plant he had taken from the garden of the palace, even if he got soaked and windswept from the current storm, that plant wouldn’t feel any ill effect from it.
As he rowed around, soaking wet from the rain and ocean spray, thunder booming in his ears as lighting crashed all around, Bay tried to persevere and endure the conditions. He looked upwards, into the rain for a moment and felt a thick drop spat onto his right cheek.
“Yuck!” Said the annoyed botanist, pausing in his rowing to wipe the mess off him, and as he brought his hand away, saw that the raindrop that had hit him was more like a thick, black tar than water. Taking a moment to look around his rowing boat, Bay saw that these thick, past like blobs were falling all over it, and all Bay could say was “What the hell?”
He had been in such a rush, having wanting to get straight to the sea and follow his goals, he’d quickly bought some supplies which he had loaded into a row boat that he’d borrowed from, well whoever had left it there without keeping an eye on it. He hadn’t even said goodbye to his mother, just rushed to the harbour straight from his encounter at the palace, not taking any time to rest. The seas were calm when he set off, so he took a nap in the boat and was rudely awakened by the pitter-patter of raindrops as he slept.
Bay picked up a compass, turning it around and even upside down, as if it would tell him which way he needed to go to get out of the storm he was in. The thing still stubbornly pointed to north, so in a slight tantrum he tossed it back to the bag with his supplies, angrily shouting “This thing’s no use!”
A makeshift covering had been constructed by Bay from his coat, sitting over a small plant pot which now contained the seed of the Parrot Plant he had taken from the garden of the palace, even if he got soaked and windswept from the current storm, that plant wouldn’t feel any ill effect from it.
As he rowed around, soaking wet from the rain and ocean spray, thunder booming in his ears as lighting crashed all around, Bay tried to persevere and endure the conditions. He looked upwards, into the rain for a moment and felt a thick drop spat onto his right cheek.
“Yuck!” Said the annoyed botanist, pausing in his rowing to wipe the mess off him, and as he brought his hand away, saw that the raindrop that had hit him was more like a thick, black tar than water. Taking a moment to look around his rowing boat, Bay saw that these thick, past like blobs were falling all over it, and all Bay could say was “What the hell?”