Post by .::Haseo On The Clouds::. on Feb 10, 2014 0:30:10 GMT -5
(My RP'ing skills are rusty so excuse the grammar issues.)
Blue skies, cloudless, blue sea, gentle...
The Gold Dream Ship...CHAOS.
"AHHH! What the hell! WHAT THE HELL!!" For the fiftieth time he had checked the map, and for the hundredth time he had looked over the log pose. A wave of frustration and confusion had crashed over the him as of this point as he tried so desperately to figure out how to navigate the ship. Under normal circumstances, the young captain would have no issues at all navigating the seas, after all he was quite adept at finding his way around even before recruiting a navigator, However, the Grand Line was a tricky beast, always unpredictable and taunting, a sea that even the captain of the Gold Dream Pirates had some difficulty in handling at certain times. Unfortunately for him, now was one of those times.
Thinking back, Haseo had wished that he could've foreseen Basil's early signs of illness, but he wasn't a doctor, how could he have known that Basil would grow dangerously sick!? As of then, even Kikuya was baffled at first by the sudden degradation of Basil's health but this was the Grand Line. Falling ill in these waters has always been a hazard. It was just unfortunate for Basil that Kikuya was so heavily focused on mending Haseo's wounds. If she was so preoccupied with his fatal injuries, Kikuya would have most likely seen through Basil's health condition to immediately handle the situation before it had escalated. Now, Haseo's navigator was out of action, leaving Kikuya to tend to him and Haseo to handle the ship and its course of direction.
Now of course, the Black Knight would take occasional visits to check up on his navigator. He would get any sort of advice that he was able to be given under Basil's mumbling and would return to his post, scratch his head, and hope that he would get lucky in striking land. Sadly, no such luck had fallen onto him.
Pacing back and forth on the recently mopped deck, Haseo tackled the mental battle of figuring out just where in the hell he was. The skies were blue, and there were no signs of any abnormalities in the weather, at least that was good. But after sailing on the Grand Line for so long, he had come to be cautious of the bipolar conditions of the great sea. Wet footprints followed his steps as the deck had not dried yet. Occasionally, dust from Haseo's feet stuck to the floor, leaving a faint dust print behind he paced back and forth.
Why hasn't he been able to make any progress? He had been following the white arrow for a week now but all that seems to have happened thus far was...absolutely nothing.
"Weird! You're supposed to follow the white arrow right!? Or...or is it the red one!? AGHHH!" Falling onto his back, he layed there, holding his left hand over his growling stomach. He hadn't eaten since the noon of three days ago, all due to the lack of supplies on the ship. After the crew had set sail once more, the number of food supplies had shrunk to scarcely minimal amounts. Being chased by marines, there was no other choice but to hurry aboard and leave without stocking up and now they were starving.
"This...this is bad. I c-can't think straight at all. If I don't eat...I won't be able work. I wish that a Sea King would just try to attack, I could go for some meat right now. Looking up the skies introduced the first clouds that he had seen in several days. White fluffy kinds, shaped like marshmallows and ice cream, meat and noodle bowls. With his stomach growling again, Haseo shut his eyes. "A little break wouldn't kill me now...would it?" A wave gentle sprayed water on the recently mopped deck, sprinkling Haseo's metal face before he dozed off to sleep.
Blue skies, cloudless, blue sea, gentle...
The Gold Dream Ship...CHAOS.
"AHHH! What the hell! WHAT THE HELL!!" For the fiftieth time he had checked the map, and for the hundredth time he had looked over the log pose. A wave of frustration and confusion had crashed over the him as of this point as he tried so desperately to figure out how to navigate the ship. Under normal circumstances, the young captain would have no issues at all navigating the seas, after all he was quite adept at finding his way around even before recruiting a navigator, However, the Grand Line was a tricky beast, always unpredictable and taunting, a sea that even the captain of the Gold Dream Pirates had some difficulty in handling at certain times. Unfortunately for him, now was one of those times.
Thinking back, Haseo had wished that he could've foreseen Basil's early signs of illness, but he wasn't a doctor, how could he have known that Basil would grow dangerously sick!? As of then, even Kikuya was baffled at first by the sudden degradation of Basil's health but this was the Grand Line. Falling ill in these waters has always been a hazard. It was just unfortunate for Basil that Kikuya was so heavily focused on mending Haseo's wounds. If she was so preoccupied with his fatal injuries, Kikuya would have most likely seen through Basil's health condition to immediately handle the situation before it had escalated. Now, Haseo's navigator was out of action, leaving Kikuya to tend to him and Haseo to handle the ship and its course of direction.
Now of course, the Black Knight would take occasional visits to check up on his navigator. He would get any sort of advice that he was able to be given under Basil's mumbling and would return to his post, scratch his head, and hope that he would get lucky in striking land. Sadly, no such luck had fallen onto him.
Pacing back and forth on the recently mopped deck, Haseo tackled the mental battle of figuring out just where in the hell he was. The skies were blue, and there were no signs of any abnormalities in the weather, at least that was good. But after sailing on the Grand Line for so long, he had come to be cautious of the bipolar conditions of the great sea. Wet footprints followed his steps as the deck had not dried yet. Occasionally, dust from Haseo's feet stuck to the floor, leaving a faint dust print behind he paced back and forth.
Why hasn't he been able to make any progress? He had been following the white arrow for a week now but all that seems to have happened thus far was...absolutely nothing.
"Weird! You're supposed to follow the white arrow right!? Or...or is it the red one!? AGHHH!" Falling onto his back, he layed there, holding his left hand over his growling stomach. He hadn't eaten since the noon of three days ago, all due to the lack of supplies on the ship. After the crew had set sail once more, the number of food supplies had shrunk to scarcely minimal amounts. Being chased by marines, there was no other choice but to hurry aboard and leave without stocking up and now they were starving.
"This...this is bad. I c-can't think straight at all. If I don't eat...I won't be able work. I wish that a Sea King would just try to attack, I could go for some meat right now. Looking up the skies introduced the first clouds that he had seen in several days. White fluffy kinds, shaped like marshmallows and ice cream, meat and noodle bowls. With his stomach growling again, Haseo shut his eyes. "A little break wouldn't kill me now...would it?" A wave gentle sprayed water on the recently mopped deck, sprinkling Haseo's metal face before he dozed off to sleep.