Post by thormundsson on Feb 10, 2012 23:01:44 GMT -5
The sun was shining brightly on the tall stone houses of the Illusia Kingdom. People were out and about and everything seemed nice and peaceful. The sky was dotted with clouds but they seemed reluctant to move into the path of the sun's rays, as if they knew that they'd dissolve if they did. Despite the sun shining there was a slight breeze in the air, not strong at all in the town but around the coast it was enough to give the ships of the marine base the power they needed to sail off.
One massive warship sailed into the port, it's crew busy as bees in preparing to hit the shore. They were returning for provisions and restocking of supplies that these ships consumed in such great quantity. It's sails furled out as they displayed the massive mark of the World Government. Deep in the bowls of the ship they were carrying a different cargo. In the brig of the massive vessel were 3 men sitting. Two of them bore the obvious marks of pirates, ragged hair and strange mismatched clothes. The other one looked slightly different, his hair was a bit messy since it had been a while since he washed but the rest of him was pristine and clean, his clothes were neat and gave away a slim frame, tall yet obviously fit.
Tomas had been feeling terrible for the last few days. He had been picked up by a warship as the Dancing Blade Pirates had crashed into the Grand Line. He had been tossed over board as the ship drifted aimlessly into the ocean ahead. A quick but hardy escape from something akin to a huge whale had seen him drift on a plank of wood he had come across in that wast blue pool. Just a few hours later he had found himself sitting in the brig of the warship he was currently riding. Apparently his former marine status had been enough for them to drag him back and he was going to have to answer for his crimes now, or so any protocol demanded.
The light was almost too bright when he was led off the ship and into the huge base. A large number of marines were moving around and some seemed to stop and take notice of him and the other two prisoners that the ship had picked up en route to the Illusia Kingdom base. It seemed fitting, he had been a marine for the longest time and he knew that any possible traitors and deserters were brought here. The looks on the man's faces spoke of mistrust and hatred, seemed as though he wouldn't be welcomed, even if the government didn't find out about him running around with pirates. He was lucky at that there had been no real report about him. The only case was the part where he let a few marines go and that would speak only in his favor.
There were two marines walking on each side of him as he was led into the huge base. The prison was a wide area that was situated at the far end of the base and was directed at the ocean. The air was cold inside, the breeze from the sea being allowed to flow into the cavernous room and it brought chills to every man's bones as they were escorted to the cells. The cold iron bars were like deaths icy grip and the living conditions for the prisoners wasn't much better. The beds were slabs of metal and covered with only a simple blanket. Tomas didn't much mind but he could think of better places to sleep than this. He came to fully realize something that had been brewing in him the entire time that he had never been meant to go out pirating. It wasn't in his nature to kill without cause and just run around. He needed order to exist, so simple was that.
Tomas felt terrible as he sat down on the bench in his cell, the one he was placed in was close to the warden's desk and he could hear the men mutter about something. It seemed they were discussing some pirate crews that had been spotted in the region.
"Those Frosty Sickle pirates are a real menace, seems like their captain came from North Blue" Spoke a man leaning on the bars of the cell next to Tomas.
Without thinking Tomas spoke, it was just in him to mention details. It had been his pride to be on top of every minor thing when he was a part of Marine Intel and even behind bars this habit was hard to drop. "Frosty Sickle pirates, captained by "Frozen Slims" Delgado. Known for their excessively brutal way of dealing with prisoners." He said slowly and quietly, but in the silence of the prison every marine around could hear him.
The ignored him for now, continuing to speak amongst themselves. "Seems like there was some havoc and the Amino marine base, supposedly there was a break in and some malfunction. Those idiots can't keep a tight base" Another one of the chuckled, and slapped his friend on the back.
"Amino island marine base, staffed by over 1500 marines and aides, standing fleet of 4 warships as well as a dozen smaller vessels. Captain of the base is currently in transit and new one is en-route." Tomas spoke again, this time earning an angry glance from the marines and few shouts from the pirates in the cells. Most of them seemed to want him to shut up.
"BE QUITE YOU!!" Said one of the marines as he banged a pistol against the bars.
"Can't really teach an old dog new tricks, but I'll try to contain myself" Tomas said as he turned his head and stared out the window, trying to figure out what massive form was moving closer to the base.
One massive warship sailed into the port, it's crew busy as bees in preparing to hit the shore. They were returning for provisions and restocking of supplies that these ships consumed in such great quantity. It's sails furled out as they displayed the massive mark of the World Government. Deep in the bowls of the ship they were carrying a different cargo. In the brig of the massive vessel were 3 men sitting. Two of them bore the obvious marks of pirates, ragged hair and strange mismatched clothes. The other one looked slightly different, his hair was a bit messy since it had been a while since he washed but the rest of him was pristine and clean, his clothes were neat and gave away a slim frame, tall yet obviously fit.
Tomas had been feeling terrible for the last few days. He had been picked up by a warship as the Dancing Blade Pirates had crashed into the Grand Line. He had been tossed over board as the ship drifted aimlessly into the ocean ahead. A quick but hardy escape from something akin to a huge whale had seen him drift on a plank of wood he had come across in that wast blue pool. Just a few hours later he had found himself sitting in the brig of the warship he was currently riding. Apparently his former marine status had been enough for them to drag him back and he was going to have to answer for his crimes now, or so any protocol demanded.
The light was almost too bright when he was led off the ship and into the huge base. A large number of marines were moving around and some seemed to stop and take notice of him and the other two prisoners that the ship had picked up en route to the Illusia Kingdom base. It seemed fitting, he had been a marine for the longest time and he knew that any possible traitors and deserters were brought here. The looks on the man's faces spoke of mistrust and hatred, seemed as though he wouldn't be welcomed, even if the government didn't find out about him running around with pirates. He was lucky at that there had been no real report about him. The only case was the part where he let a few marines go and that would speak only in his favor.
There were two marines walking on each side of him as he was led into the huge base. The prison was a wide area that was situated at the far end of the base and was directed at the ocean. The air was cold inside, the breeze from the sea being allowed to flow into the cavernous room and it brought chills to every man's bones as they were escorted to the cells. The cold iron bars were like deaths icy grip and the living conditions for the prisoners wasn't much better. The beds were slabs of metal and covered with only a simple blanket. Tomas didn't much mind but he could think of better places to sleep than this. He came to fully realize something that had been brewing in him the entire time that he had never been meant to go out pirating. It wasn't in his nature to kill without cause and just run around. He needed order to exist, so simple was that.
Tomas felt terrible as he sat down on the bench in his cell, the one he was placed in was close to the warden's desk and he could hear the men mutter about something. It seemed they were discussing some pirate crews that had been spotted in the region.
"Those Frosty Sickle pirates are a real menace, seems like their captain came from North Blue" Spoke a man leaning on the bars of the cell next to Tomas.
Without thinking Tomas spoke, it was just in him to mention details. It had been his pride to be on top of every minor thing when he was a part of Marine Intel and even behind bars this habit was hard to drop. "Frosty Sickle pirates, captained by "Frozen Slims" Delgado. Known for their excessively brutal way of dealing with prisoners." He said slowly and quietly, but in the silence of the prison every marine around could hear him.
The ignored him for now, continuing to speak amongst themselves. "Seems like there was some havoc and the Amino marine base, supposedly there was a break in and some malfunction. Those idiots can't keep a tight base" Another one of the chuckled, and slapped his friend on the back.
"Amino island marine base, staffed by over 1500 marines and aides, standing fleet of 4 warships as well as a dozen smaller vessels. Captain of the base is currently in transit and new one is en-route." Tomas spoke again, this time earning an angry glance from the marines and few shouts from the pirates in the cells. Most of them seemed to want him to shut up.
"BE QUITE YOU!!" Said one of the marines as he banged a pistol against the bars.
"Can't really teach an old dog new tricks, but I'll try to contain myself" Tomas said as he turned his head and stared out the window, trying to figure out what massive form was moving closer to the base.