Post by Terminally Chill on Aug 11, 2011 21:53:27 GMT -5
Although Orange Town was best known in the East Blue as a place recovering from the wake of destruction left by Buggy the Clown and his band of pirates, on this day it would serve as the first stop of the fledgling trio not yet known to the world as the Windward Wanderers. “Resupply” was the name of the game now after the three had decided their destination to be the Grand Line. The trusty canine captain of the crew, Fenrir Foehn, had plotted this particular village as the best shot at stocking up for the dangerous journey to the devil's sea. Roguetown would be the usual supply hub for an ambitious crew to stop at before attempting to tackle the perilous Reverse Mountain, but considering the lawless pack had just narrowly avoided complete brutalization by a particular Marine commander to escape Roguetown, that wasn't really an option. Rule out deserts, islands with dangerous animals, and giant bridges and you're not left with many options for just a place to do some grocery shopping at.
The Messenger bumped rhythmically against the Orange Town dock as gently waves lapped against its hull, the splash of an anchor descending into the deep and the loud clack of the boarding ramp meeting the deck briefly interrupting the gentle tempo. One of the wanderers stepped onto the ramp, disheveled appearance and cherished guitar accompanying the young musician known as Gavin Amadeus D'Arras. The bard trotted down the ramp at his usual sluggish pace, letting out a loud yawn and stretching out his slim frame on the way down. Gavin lazily scanned the town in front of him with his hazy eyes; although the streets were populated, they were not as busy as the chaotic shuffle of Roguetown. With all of the post-nap kinks worked out and the massive yawn finally finished, Gavin turned to his two comrades who were not far behind.
“Hey Fenrir, what's this town called man?” the minstrel questioned, jamming a pinky into his ear and rotating a couple times. There was a good chance the head hound had already barked the name of the town several times on the trip there. After removing his finger from his ear and flicking away whatever gunk he had cleaned out, Gavin turned back to the village they had arrived at and scratched at his chin with the opposite hand. “Actually, I kind of forgot why we stopped here in the first place..."
The Messenger bumped rhythmically against the Orange Town dock as gently waves lapped against its hull, the splash of an anchor descending into the deep and the loud clack of the boarding ramp meeting the deck briefly interrupting the gentle tempo. One of the wanderers stepped onto the ramp, disheveled appearance and cherished guitar accompanying the young musician known as Gavin Amadeus D'Arras. The bard trotted down the ramp at his usual sluggish pace, letting out a loud yawn and stretching out his slim frame on the way down. Gavin lazily scanned the town in front of him with his hazy eyes; although the streets were populated, they were not as busy as the chaotic shuffle of Roguetown. With all of the post-nap kinks worked out and the massive yawn finally finished, Gavin turned to his two comrades who were not far behind.
“Hey Fenrir, what's this town called man?” the minstrel questioned, jamming a pinky into his ear and rotating a couple times. There was a good chance the head hound had already barked the name of the town several times on the trip there. After removing his finger from his ear and flicking away whatever gunk he had cleaned out, Gavin turned back to the village they had arrived at and scratched at his chin with the opposite hand. “Actually, I kind of forgot why we stopped here in the first place..."