Post by Aubs on Jun 29, 2012 0:21:45 GMT -5
Despite his best efforts to annihilate the enemy, he succeeded only in causing more destruction to the ship. Donner had showed impressive use of his powers that night, and the result had been the utter destruction of the Marine vessel that had captured him. Most lay unconscious, some dead, all along the hallways and across the deck. The Captain, the massive Giant Mar had been trapped inside his own lower deck when the main deck collapsed inward. His Commander, Slive, had likewise been piled under rubble. Slowly, steadily the ship began to sink into the murk below. What would become of the young “Cannon” was unknown. Though of the many certainties it appeared as though the sheer effort that his last attack had caused him would be his last move for the time being. After the adrenaline left Donner’s body would probably begin its protest. Yes, his powers had showed great development in his struggle against his captures, but maintaining that energy would prove difficult for even the most hardened warrior. And now, what was his tired body to do.
The sun was still a few hours away when another ship eased over the horizon. Perhaps it was fates intervention to save this young catalyst before the drink took him like so many others. Perhaps it was luck and nothing more that had driven the approaching ship to this one. Either way, the time had come to see what would become of this young spirit. Was he content to float down the Grand Line on his own, or did he other desires? A man stepped out onto the deck of that approaching ship, its tag-along pulled in behind it, attached by a heavy robe from earlier that day. That man was simply dressed, no different than those that young Donner had just fought against. But unlike the Marines on his ship, this one had a different mission in like now, and he was willing to do things by a new set of rules. He called behind him, never turning his head around as he did so. His voice had a pitch of youth in it as well, but its main feature was the thrill of a man who enjoyed his life. With powerful lungs his words called over his shoulder.
“Hey Aubrey, looks like we have more to do tonight!”
The sun was still a few hours away when another ship eased over the horizon. Perhaps it was fates intervention to save this young catalyst before the drink took him like so many others. Perhaps it was luck and nothing more that had driven the approaching ship to this one. Either way, the time had come to see what would become of this young spirit. Was he content to float down the Grand Line on his own, or did he other desires? A man stepped out onto the deck of that approaching ship, its tag-along pulled in behind it, attached by a heavy robe from earlier that day. That man was simply dressed, no different than those that young Donner had just fought against. But unlike the Marines on his ship, this one had a different mission in like now, and he was willing to do things by a new set of rules. He called behind him, never turning his head around as he did so. His voice had a pitch of youth in it as well, but its main feature was the thrill of a man who enjoyed his life. With powerful lungs his words called over his shoulder.
“Hey Aubrey, looks like we have more to do tonight!”
The next chapter in their story, and that of Donner “Cannon” Vark was about to begin…
TO BE CONTINUED