Post by Djinn on Feb 8, 2014 21:21:16 GMT -5
The mountains of Yeste Island were just as beautiful as Berk had always heard, for as he emerged from the warm waves of South Blue, it was clear this place was a paradise. The people here looked normal enough, but many of them wore swords on their belts or on their backs. "Yo Boss, why'd we choose to come here?" It was the Seahorse-man, Peche, he was the Cook of Berk's newly formed crew: The Sea-Tiger Pirates. Peche's question was a valid one, Berk hadn't said his reason, but now he spoke to his new nakama. "The smiths here are the best in the South, we'll be able to get some better weapons here... Then we can really get started."
Yeste was a relatively peaceful place, but that was because of the citizenry's relatively high level of swordsmanship. The Gyojin stood there on the bright, sandy beach with all the townsfolk who had wanted to spend the day at the shore. The humans of Yeste were native to one of the more remote islands in the blue, so many of them had never seen the like of a Fishman before so they stared, naturally. Berk was thirsty; "I'm gonna go get a drink... You guys look around for some better weapons." With that the Tigershark-man walked off across the beach looking for a Bar. This island wasn't that big, so it wouldn't be hard to meet back up; after all, they were the only Fishmen around these parts...
Berk didn't know how wrong he was, just up the beach on a small wharf that mostly dealt with small boats and rafts sat another Fishman, though none of the crew knew him. He was "Stinger" Rassa, an Urchin-man who sat completely restrained by chains. Around him sat a group of hardened bounty hunters, one of the teams that made up part of the Obsidian League. The hunters faces were fixed in looks of vigilance and stern determination. They had come to this island so one of them could pick up a sword they'd commissioned, but when they found a regional bounty-head right under their noses they quickly apprehended him and they wouldn't leave this island nor this spot until the transport to Mt. Obsidian was ready to retrieve him.
Back where their Captain had left them, Peche looked to Vanos; "Ey, that gun ain't gonna work until we get it dry. Maybe we can go find ourselves some new shooters while we're here." The crooked cook looked at the water-logged and somewhat tattered chef's uniform he wore, "I might have to get some new duds too." Regardless of what happened from here on out, this was the first adventure of the newest pirate crew in South Blue!
Yeste was a relatively peaceful place, but that was because of the citizenry's relatively high level of swordsmanship. The Gyojin stood there on the bright, sandy beach with all the townsfolk who had wanted to spend the day at the shore. The humans of Yeste were native to one of the more remote islands in the blue, so many of them had never seen the like of a Fishman before so they stared, naturally. Berk was thirsty; "I'm gonna go get a drink... You guys look around for some better weapons." With that the Tigershark-man walked off across the beach looking for a Bar. This island wasn't that big, so it wouldn't be hard to meet back up; after all, they were the only Fishmen around these parts...
Berk didn't know how wrong he was, just up the beach on a small wharf that mostly dealt with small boats and rafts sat another Fishman, though none of the crew knew him. He was "Stinger" Rassa, an Urchin-man who sat completely restrained by chains. Around him sat a group of hardened bounty hunters, one of the teams that made up part of the Obsidian League. The hunters faces were fixed in looks of vigilance and stern determination. They had come to this island so one of them could pick up a sword they'd commissioned, but when they found a regional bounty-head right under their noses they quickly apprehended him and they wouldn't leave this island nor this spot until the transport to Mt. Obsidian was ready to retrieve him.
Back where their Captain had left them, Peche looked to Vanos; "Ey, that gun ain't gonna work until we get it dry. Maybe we can go find ourselves some new shooters while we're here." The crooked cook looked at the water-logged and somewhat tattered chef's uniform he wore, "I might have to get some new duds too." Regardless of what happened from here on out, this was the first adventure of the newest pirate crew in South Blue!