Post by Aubs on Feb 20, 2012 19:52:52 GMT -5
It took far too long for him to wake up. That was all he knew when those brown eyes finally did open. His vision tunneled a bit, a black haze of grog slowly being widdled away by the light of this new day. His head did feel better though, he remembered being very tired before he went to sleep. Why had he gone to sleep, he could barely remember. Things seemed very fuzzy as things around him came back into focus. He was lying on his back, atop something that was rather comfortable really. A bed was probably the best answer. Above him was a wooden ceiling, with heavily grained planks of a deep red wood, all very crisp looking. The paneling looked fresh, as did the sun outside the window to his right, a larger than normal affair that glistened with the red colors flittering off the open ocean. Eyes rolling around our friend passed over the room, with its new looking fortunate and lavish wooden desk, small light fixtures and pristine carpet. In a chair to his left sat a Marine lazily…what the fuck, a Marine!
Aubrey Meador shot up from his bed, head snapped in the direction of this marine, who was just sitting there looking at him. Going to move, reaching towards anything, something he could defend himself with, the man felt a twinge of pain from his tight, sore body. Grunting in discomfort he let his arm drop back down as he looked over the man. It was without question the man whom he had fought with days ago, sometime before he got on board the ship. At the thought of this his other memories returned to him. There was an alley full of marines, pushing him up against the ocean. A cloud of smoke and the presence of another; a desperate dive and a full sprint away from danger, hell Aubrey could even remember landing on the deck of a ship and looking up at his friends Justin and Sean before...no it couldn’t mean.
He smiled, despite himself.
The ship was moving along happily. Ponte was sleeping happily in a bed made into the wall, his bunk the highest of the three on this wall. His coat was hanging on a rack between the two walls of the cramped space, while his pistols rested in bed with him. It was a small space, fit for housing six men and their belongings, scant as they were, but at least the bed was comfy. Marius on the other hand was sitting in the small adjoining room, a few chairs sitting around a low table, just a space to converse or play cards. He didn’t speak, merely sat with his eyes staring at the table before him, contemplating the audacity of what they were about to do. The ship was without a doubt well made, and fit for a merchant and a Noble, but the accommodations were lacking for what and who would have been the crew and deckhands, but by many standards they sufficed. Amidst the small space Sean was not present however, his large body was instead outside, not being small enough to fit in such a tight space such as those beds.
Ren too was missing, though he was probably at the wheel again. The man was something special; he had barely left the thing in the 3 days they had been sailing. They had taken a back-looping route towards Reverse Mountain to throw off pursuit, at Ren’s own behest as the acting Navigator. But even now, not far from their stretch of horizon a few Marine ships were giving chase. You see, with Aubrey incapacitated, Marius himself had suggested to Ren that they must head to Reverse Mountain, as it would be their best chance, seeing as they wouldn’t be able to return to Lougetown for awhile. With all agreeing to the idea, though some begrudgingly, the Navigator had turned his wheel and headed towards the unknown. They would make the mountain this day, but getting through it would be a completely different story. Though if they did, the group would be blessed enough with their next course of action. For because of this ships intended owner, they had in their possession a few Eternal Pose, which would take them where they needed to go once they had decided. But first, they would need to make it into the Grand Line, and away from the Marines. No matter how things played out, this was going to be an important day to this fledgling crew of wannabe’s, who even now were almost in awe of what they were about to do.
Meanwhile a few leagues away, a lone Captain stood atop his stern, with his face just as stern itself. The ship to his left had one Commander, to his right another. He had brought everything he could muster to follow these pirates, nor had he taken the bait they had tried to lay all around him. His stomach tightly bandaged, the tall man who wore a yellow suit with white pinstripes grumbled at this stupid situation. Humiliated by a trio of nobodies, and now blamed for the theft of a Noble’s ship, the trauma of three more Nobles to boot, the destruction of part of his own port, and the negligence of duty over his entire operational area, our Captain was definitely out for blood. Captain Horace had always been a tough fighter, but he hadn’t done any hunting in a long time, he was going to enjoy this prey…he was sure of it.
Rattling his sword with his left hand, the man starred over the water a bit more, the two ships commanded by his stupid subordinates coming at his flanks.
“I will make them rue the day they were ever born. These pirates will hang from my sails until the gulls eat them.”
They all knew where the pirates were heading, and he would be waiting in wait for them, just in time to gut them alive.
Aubrey Meador shot up from his bed, head snapped in the direction of this marine, who was just sitting there looking at him. Going to move, reaching towards anything, something he could defend himself with, the man felt a twinge of pain from his tight, sore body. Grunting in discomfort he let his arm drop back down as he looked over the man. It was without question the man whom he had fought with days ago, sometime before he got on board the ship. At the thought of this his other memories returned to him. There was an alley full of marines, pushing him up against the ocean. A cloud of smoke and the presence of another; a desperate dive and a full sprint away from danger, hell Aubrey could even remember landing on the deck of a ship and looking up at his friends Justin and Sean before...no it couldn’t mean.
He smiled, despite himself.
The ship was moving along happily. Ponte was sleeping happily in a bed made into the wall, his bunk the highest of the three on this wall. His coat was hanging on a rack between the two walls of the cramped space, while his pistols rested in bed with him. It was a small space, fit for housing six men and their belongings, scant as they were, but at least the bed was comfy. Marius on the other hand was sitting in the small adjoining room, a few chairs sitting around a low table, just a space to converse or play cards. He didn’t speak, merely sat with his eyes staring at the table before him, contemplating the audacity of what they were about to do. The ship was without a doubt well made, and fit for a merchant and a Noble, but the accommodations were lacking for what and who would have been the crew and deckhands, but by many standards they sufficed. Amidst the small space Sean was not present however, his large body was instead outside, not being small enough to fit in such a tight space such as those beds.
Ren too was missing, though he was probably at the wheel again. The man was something special; he had barely left the thing in the 3 days they had been sailing. They had taken a back-looping route towards Reverse Mountain to throw off pursuit, at Ren’s own behest as the acting Navigator. But even now, not far from their stretch of horizon a few Marine ships were giving chase. You see, with Aubrey incapacitated, Marius himself had suggested to Ren that they must head to Reverse Mountain, as it would be their best chance, seeing as they wouldn’t be able to return to Lougetown for awhile. With all agreeing to the idea, though some begrudgingly, the Navigator had turned his wheel and headed towards the unknown. They would make the mountain this day, but getting through it would be a completely different story. Though if they did, the group would be blessed enough with their next course of action. For because of this ships intended owner, they had in their possession a few Eternal Pose, which would take them where they needed to go once they had decided. But first, they would need to make it into the Grand Line, and away from the Marines. No matter how things played out, this was going to be an important day to this fledgling crew of wannabe’s, who even now were almost in awe of what they were about to do.
Meanwhile a few leagues away, a lone Captain stood atop his stern, with his face just as stern itself. The ship to his left had one Commander, to his right another. He had brought everything he could muster to follow these pirates, nor had he taken the bait they had tried to lay all around him. His stomach tightly bandaged, the tall man who wore a yellow suit with white pinstripes grumbled at this stupid situation. Humiliated by a trio of nobodies, and now blamed for the theft of a Noble’s ship, the trauma of three more Nobles to boot, the destruction of part of his own port, and the negligence of duty over his entire operational area, our Captain was definitely out for blood. Captain Horace had always been a tough fighter, but he hadn’t done any hunting in a long time, he was going to enjoy this prey…he was sure of it.
Rattling his sword with his left hand, the man starred over the water a bit more, the two ships commanded by his stupid subordinates coming at his flanks.
“I will make them rue the day they were ever born. These pirates will hang from my sails until the gulls eat them.”
They all knew where the pirates were heading, and he would be waiting in wait for them, just in time to gut them alive.