Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2013 0:46:28 GMT -5
The rowboat carrying, at this point, a very tired pair of newly christened Pirates crunched against the ridiculously perfect sand of a Beach. Bran groaned, as he flopped back, his flatcap nearly tipping off his silverhaired head to fall into the dirt. The boy quickly grabbed his hat, and swung his legs over the side, grabbing a rope, and trudging up the beach, pulling the boat up a bit until it was sufficently out of the waves. The splashes of the calm inlet the pair had ended up on was hardly a turbulent place. He moved up a little farther, tieing the slack around a rock, and turned to glare at his First Mate as he walked back down to the rowboat. "You could have helped a LITTLE, you know." He grouched.
Ignoring whatever smartass response the swordswoman who had accompanied him on what turned out to be a painfully dull boat ride to the nearest large island gave, Bran leaned into the boat and peered around. After some clattering, he removed a pack, and slung it across his back. He looked around, and thought a bit. They should definitely get a ship while here. He was pretty sure he could afford a good enough one for right now. Getting to the Grand Line would mean picking up a Lineship at some point, but that could wait for a while.
With this in mind, he cheerfully turned and started up the sandy slope behind him. This was it, the begining of the Blitzkrieg Pirate Crew! Well. It was two people at the moment. He probably needed at least one more. Also probably a ship. But what the hell, he was happy at the moment. No point in ruining it. Speaking of ruining his mood... He rolled his icy-hued eyes, then turned, calling out "Eliza, Come on! Let's Gooooooo!" before quickly marching up the bank. She would catch up, he knew. Probably be ticked as hell at him for just walking off, but he wanted to get looking around here. He grinned, and pulled his cap on tighter, as he approached the city. Damn, was he giddy at the moment. Maybe he'd get a chance to brawl soon.
Ignoring whatever smartass response the swordswoman who had accompanied him on what turned out to be a painfully dull boat ride to the nearest large island gave, Bran leaned into the boat and peered around. After some clattering, he removed a pack, and slung it across his back. He looked around, and thought a bit. They should definitely get a ship while here. He was pretty sure he could afford a good enough one for right now. Getting to the Grand Line would mean picking up a Lineship at some point, but that could wait for a while.
With this in mind, he cheerfully turned and started up the sandy slope behind him. This was it, the begining of the Blitzkrieg Pirate Crew! Well. It was two people at the moment. He probably needed at least one more. Also probably a ship. But what the hell, he was happy at the moment. No point in ruining it. Speaking of ruining his mood... He rolled his icy-hued eyes, then turned, calling out "Eliza, Come on! Let's Gooooooo!" before quickly marching up the bank. She would catch up, he knew. Probably be ticked as hell at him for just walking off, but he wanted to get looking around here. He grinned, and pulled his cap on tighter, as he approached the city. Damn, was he giddy at the moment. Maybe he'd get a chance to brawl soon.