Post by Weeks on Oct 1, 2012 14:57:48 GMT -5
It had been a very long time since the First Mate, formally Marine, had been able to cut loose on such a level. In truth, it was perhaps the first time he had truly felt comfortable interacting with a select group of people since he left Goa over 5 years ago. They were certainly a group that was one of a kind, if you forget your stereotypical view of pirates. I mean, you would certainly have to get past the fact that at least three of them were mild alcoholics. Then they had a gambler, a womanizer, a Captain who didn't know how to loosen his tie, and perhaps the oddest of all, a Skypian with no knowledge of perhaps 99% of the world at large. But...somehow, it already felt like a little family, at least, a family reunion where you only knew one other person.
Yet it had to end at some point, and when it did it was strait back to business. Aubrey had apparently devised some sort of fantasy in his mind about ruins in the jungle that held treasure. Had Justin not been so intoxicated, he would surly have protested, but in his inebriation, the idea was not just good, it was genius. No exact location was given, let alone a cardinal direction, they were to find it all on their own, with just a rumor and alcoholic stupor to accompany them. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to send incredibly drunken sailors into uncharted, perhaps horribly dangerous jungle. In fact, it was a horrible one.
So off they set, Justin linking arms with Ponte to keep each other on course. They inquired from random strangers along the way to where these ruins might be located, only getting very general information. A finger point was enough for them at the moment to motivate them.
Yet as they walked, a tune was sung by Justin, off key and raspy.
"I'm drunk off Pina Coladas, sailing out of the bay
Never has a mixed drink, made me feel quite so gay
If you're really into yoga, then I don't know what to say
I just did a vinyasa, and it felt kind of lame"
The dark shadows of the overhanging vines and trees however were almost cautioning, begging them to stop. It should have become evident by the fact that the path leading into the dense jungle was overgrown and nearly impossible to see within just a few feet. It seemed that nobody had entered, or intended to enter into the abyss ever. Nature had dominated here for much longer than the people inhabiting the island, and most likely always would. Today however, were three drunken fools on a mission beset to them by an ex treasure hunter.
Yet it had to end at some point, and when it did it was strait back to business. Aubrey had apparently devised some sort of fantasy in his mind about ruins in the jungle that held treasure. Had Justin not been so intoxicated, he would surly have protested, but in his inebriation, the idea was not just good, it was genius. No exact location was given, let alone a cardinal direction, they were to find it all on their own, with just a rumor and alcoholic stupor to accompany them. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to send incredibly drunken sailors into uncharted, perhaps horribly dangerous jungle. In fact, it was a horrible one.
So off they set, Justin linking arms with Ponte to keep each other on course. They inquired from random strangers along the way to where these ruins might be located, only getting very general information. A finger point was enough for them at the moment to motivate them.
Yet as they walked, a tune was sung by Justin, off key and raspy.
"I'm drunk off Pina Coladas, sailing out of the bay
Never has a mixed drink, made me feel quite so gay
If you're really into yoga, then I don't know what to say
I just did a vinyasa, and it felt kind of lame"
The dark shadows of the overhanging vines and trees however were almost cautioning, begging them to stop. It should have become evident by the fact that the path leading into the dense jungle was overgrown and nearly impossible to see within just a few feet. It seemed that nobody had entered, or intended to enter into the abyss ever. Nature had dominated here for much longer than the people inhabiting the island, and most likely always would. Today however, were three drunken fools on a mission beset to them by an ex treasure hunter.