Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 16:39:27 GMT -5
Heyyyyy!Hmmm if only I could find the ship captain.HEyyyyy!!He’d take me somewhere better than this place...HEYYYYY!!!Hmm.
Rubbing his weary eyes the land bound sailor slowly gazed upwards, his eyes wanting to return to the brochure he held in his hand, Marineford looked lovely this time of year. A man of senile age hunched over him, his decrepit frame blocking out the sunlight that Bastiaan (the name of this moseying Marine) had quite come to enjoy during his short time parked upon this fruit crate which despite first appearances was quite easy on the buttocks. Stretching his legs out in the most dignified way possible to relieve the cramps he had built up while engrossed in his read Bastiaan gave the man who had garnered his attention a good look over before deciding he was no one of importance and returning to his read.
“HEY I’M TALKING TO YOU!”
SLAP!
“Kids these days...”
The man who wanted attention was not so gentle this time round giving Bastiaan a thwack on the cap for ignoring his efforts. Bastiaan who was neither amused by the turn of events nor particularly happy about the man’s physical attitude but nonetheless decided the give him the time of day.
“Sorry sir, it’s just an interesting read is all.”
He stated holding up his brochure which the man then took giving it a good eyeing over. He had pale skin this man, just like the rest of the people on the island, and fair blonde hair which could be argued to be more grey than anything. Standing in loose shorts and a t-shirt with a pair of open-toed sandals he looked more like he was going to the beach than doing his daily rounds in this fridge box of a place.
“Hmm... Marine are ya lad?” he said breaking out into a large grin.
“Well... I guess I am now, just enlisted a few weeks ago.”
“Aye, you look like the type. Anyway I’m here to deliver a note.”
“What about?”
“See for yourself lad!”
Handing a confused looking Bastiaan a rugged brown envelope that looked like it had been used one too many times the man turned and went on his way without a goodbye, simply a renewed spring in his step as he went to tell his mates about the foreigner wandering about town with a face paler than the whole of Ice-Nine.
Getting a feel for the new object of intrigue Bastiaan ran the envelope through his fingers feeling the coarseness of the paper that felt more like card and the frayed damp edges which conjured up the thought of a blocked writer chewing the edge for inspiration about how they should phrase this obviously important message. Opening the envelope and taking a glance at the letter this image quickly fled from Bastiaan’s mind.UR CLOTHES WON’T BE READE FUR ANOTHER FEW DAYS MATE!
TURNS OUT THE DYES HARDER TO GET OUT THAN WE THOUGHT, HAHA!
YOU’L HAVE TO MAKE DO TO TILL THEN,
<3 B.B
(Big Bertha)
Ugghhh... Why must this woman continue to screw me over. Big Bertha, the owner of the Luv Me Clothes Laundromat and Cleaner Service was reputed to be the best clothes cleaner in the whole of Ice Nine, turns out she’s the only clothes cleaner in Ice-Nine. Most people prefer to do their own but how was a foreigner like Bas to know? So when he left his clothes with the plus-sized woman with a guarantee of freshness why would he have thought anything of it? It was only later when he returned did he find out she wasn’t the bee’s-knees she appeared to be, she can’t even see her knees! This leads to Bastiaan’s current predicament, his clothes even his bloody cap have been changed, no longer the suave mellow purple they used to be his clothes, his iconic set have been dyed every shade of blue under the sun. Cerulean, sky blue, dark blue, powder blue, you name it his clothes are a shade of it. Now the colour of a multicultural swimming pool Bastiaan has been stuck on this island waiting for his primary wardrobe to fixed, all the while he has been bored out of his skull due to the lack of Marine Base on the island, no base means no superior officers and no superior officers means no assignments. It really was a dull place Ice-Nine, even with the lack of a Marine Base the island was constantly swarming with home-grown defenders which put even the most stalwart pirates off.
I hate my life. Ever since coming here I’ve had the worst of luck and now I can’t even leave...
I should have just taken my leave at Marineford...
And with that he returned to looking at his brochure, well he tried to until he realised he’d been relieved of it. That sneaky old codger hadn’t given it back. Gripping his sword in frustration Bastiaan did what any self-respecting man would do in this situation, he screamed like a bat out of hell.“AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHGGGGGGHHFFFHHH!”