Let's get the show on the road ... sea

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It was once again a blazing day in the capital of Zarzara Island. That did not deter the habitants of Waq Waq oasis though. The streets were bustling, the merchants were trying to sell their products to customers, some were of the less pleasant kind but, luckily for the children, those were hidden. Most people were out of the house, either out working, walking to or from the market, playing next to the water or were enjoying a day with the family. One person was not quite enjoying the day. Said person was the main character of our story who was sleeping in his bed which won't be long due to outside forces. Said forces had the height of 5 feet 3 and had a weight of 123 lbs. The force was also carrying a pan in frying pan in its right hand as it was walking upstairs towards the room where our hero was. As it got closer to the room it rolled up its right sleeve. Abruptly opening the door the force puts all its strength in its right arm before throwing the frying pan straight to our hero's direction.

WAKE UP YOU LAZY ASS!!! Our hero's mother yelled at him just as the frying pan hit him straight in the face. Now how did the frying pan hit him while he was laying down? Well when his mother opened his door without any warning, he jolted up thus leaving his face wide open without any guard. The strength that was put in the frying pan jerked his head backwards, which made our hero's head make contact with the wall behind him, the painful kind.

As he was holding his head to soften the pain his mother walked over to his curtains, opens them in one go, turns around and huffs at her son. For God's sake Ray, how long are you going to be asleep? Weren't you setting out today? His mother asked as she crossed her arms. Luin Meredy, now Hershel Meredy, was a petite woman with a skin that showed she works a lot in the sun. Covering her body was a yellow dress with ray patterns on it. Her hair was a light purple and white mix that she kept in a sideway ponytail.

Darnit mom, I thought we talked about this?! Ray yelled right back at her as he was pulling himself out of bed showing that he only wears boxer as sleepwear, but can you blame him? As Ray stood at his full size he completely dwarfed his mother, seeing as he was 6 feet 7. He didn't share her tanned skin but he wasn't pale either. On top of his head Ray had messy black hair that refused to be kept tidy. Ray also seemed to posses some muscles and a six pack. Ray's muscles weren't like the once of a body builder, his were compacter and looked smaller, deceiving all that think he is weak, seemingly it was a trait of his father's side of the family. His eyes were a dark red that possessed a little twinkle.

That we did, but if you weren't planning on waking up then I wasn't planning on keeping my end of the bargain. Now make your bed, dress yourself and come down to eat breakfast. Well I guess you could call it lunch by now. His mother chided him, while shaking her hand at him with her pointing finger out. Walking towards the door Meredy turns around. Before you leave visit your uncle Keele alright? Your sister is with him. With his back turned towards her Ray simply waves to show her he understood. Finishing with his bed Ray walks towards outside his room towards the bathroom while rubbing his head and yawning at the same time.

Finishing his morning, noon would be more fitting at the moment, routine of cleaning himself, Ray dresses himself in a complete black garment consisting of a long cloak with leather straps, a black interior and a chin-high collar. Ray wears no shirt underneath, dark green baggy pants and black combat boots. After putting on his combat gloves, Ray grabs the last item of his attire Ray looks fondly at the straw hat, shaking it slightly to make the chimes create their sound. Placing it on his back Ray walks outside the bathroom and then downstairs to the living room that he needs to pass to enter the kitchen. He didn't expect to see his dad there though.

Oi, dad, don't you need to go to work or something? Looking up from his newspaper Hershel Reid gives his son a smirk as he stands up, standing at an impressive height of 7 feet 6, showing where Ray got his height from. Both seem to posses the same skin color that isn't quite common in Waq Waq, same as with his strange red colored hair. His father seemed to be more muscled than his son, understandably as the man is a carpenter. He was wearing a purple, sleeveless shirt, beige pants and flip flops.

Nope, had to see my own son a last time before he leaves the safe nest don't I? Nodding his head at the explanation Ray walks towards the kitchen table and grabs the bag that was laying there. Nodding to both of his parents once again Ray seems to turn around and walks towards the exit of the house. Before he could get far though he was hugged from behind. Becoming as hard a plank from the surprise Ray sees that it's just his mother, who seemed to be holding back her tears.

Sighing mentally Ray just keeps standing still to allow the woman one last long touch with her son. As she starting to let go off him she gives him a smile before walking to the kitchen. Looking at his dad he sees that the man shakes his head slightly before giving his son a good natured punch in the shoulder. Punching the man back Ray gives him a small smirk that was returned by the man.

Turning around once again Ray walks towards the door of the house puts on his hat to block the sun rays and opens it. Before he closes it though he hears his dad shout to him. Don't forget to visit your sister at Keele's! Nodding his head Ray closes the door spin on his heel and starts walking to say goodbye to the last links to this place before leaving Waq Waq and Zarzara Island.

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Only a short few miles off the coast of Zarzara, still well within sight of the island, a small raft floated lazily. Its white flag bobbed and weaved a path through the air as the gentle, late-morning waves pushed the simple craft about. It was surprisingly well made, though it was put together from a multitude of strong wooden planks, it appeared seamless. Shaped like a bowl roughly four feet high, and eight feet across, with one thin mast extending from the rim, and another connecting from the opposite side for support. Its sail was folded up, and an anchor thrown overboard. However no occupant could be seen. It was fair to say its owner either met some unfortunate fate upon the sea. What else could explain such a lone vessel? The answer laid deep below the ocean's surface.

"I don't know....what words I can say...." Beneath the waves a sultry voice echoed through the water, alluring, rich, and smokey. Almost directly below the raft, far down to the ocean floor laid the wreckage of a large commercial freighter. One of many ships resting in the area, and one of thousands scattered about the Blue. The singing echoed from within this particularily big vessel named, "The Killer Queen".

Nellix of Rose maneuvered through the wreckage with the unnatural grace expected from a mermaid in the water. However even more so. Within the tight quarters of the ruined ship her white tentacles found all manner of purchase, and she could easily pull herself one direction or another with surprising speed without even needing to swim. As with most of her kind, she was gorgeous, though a more mature beauty for sure. Her crimson hair was done up in thick dreadlocks hanging past her waist, a white ceramic cap on the end of each for decoration. Her hair matched the red rings on her tentacles, and while normally she tried to match that color scheme, at the moment she was wearing a simple yellow chest band as she worked. The chest band covered a considerable bust, EE cups to be exact. Her figure was strong but curvaceous, as she was a shipwright by trade, and she cared more for her capabilities than her appearance. Broad shoulders, slim waist, light muscle tone, and broad hips where her Octopus-half began. Though it couldn't be made out in the current light, much of her shoulders, arms, breasts, face, abdomen, and back were covered in freckles.

"Oh! What have we here?" Nellix moved into a room that looked like the captains quarters. Althout quite damaged by its time beneath the ocean, it must have been quite lavish in its day. Her eyes were immediately drawn to a heavy looking locker at the foot of the captains bed. She lit one of her undersea torches and fit it into a candle sconce as her personal light-stick wasn't sufficient for the task at hand. As the room was flooded with flickering light the presence of another creature was made clear. A massive shark-like fish appeared to have made the room its home, and made to defend its keep. One of Nellix's tentacles shot out, slamming into the beasts face and pinning it against the wall with surprising strength.

"Bad! You stay!" She smiled as the cow-sized predator struggled against her appendage, and she was forced to use another to fully incapacitate it. "Don't worry big boy. I won't be long." With that she turned her attention to the locker. Its padlock was old and rusted through, her bare hand being enough to pull it free. "Whoohoo!" She clapped her hands together as she flipped the lid open, expressing her glee at the treasure inside. At least five unopened, and fully sealed bottles of two-hundred year old brandy practically begged for her to dance in celebration. Even one would sell quite well, but she kept focused and sifted through the chests contents. Several sacks of payroll beri, thoroughly useless from the water damage, a sword that looked ceremonial in nature, but still valuable, and a few other odds and ends that she passed up. A small sack of jewels rested at the bottom as well. In the end she bagged the Brandy, the sword, and the jewels, before letting the beast go and heading topside through a hole in the ships keel.

Nellix swam with a smile, allowing herself the indulgement of swimming freely before heading to her raft. It felt good to just swim at times, letting the saltwater flow over her skin, and through her hair as her tentacles worked in unison to propel her as fast as any mermaid could manage. A small school of silvery fish began trailing behind her, glimmering in the sunlight closer to the surface. As much as she loved the surface world, the sea was always her home, and she just couldn't stay away. Unfortunately, so lost in her fun and work was she that the Mermaid did not notice the little fish trying to warn her of the shadow approaching overhead. Instead she swam on, eventually circling back towards her little raft.