Post by Buddy1 on Jun 21, 2014 21:08:30 GMT -5
The air was crisp and moist on a warm spring day. The scent of sea salt tinted the air and mist coated everything along the coast. There was no beach to speak of; the only sand was drowned under the seas, overshadowed by a short mossy hill. One could walk for miles along the field neighboring the ocean. The field was vast. Traveling alongside side it were few sights, each miles apart. Random flora and small farms were all that dotted the island. These would be passed by as a small young fishman ran alongside the coastline of the Ciudadela Queendom. The coastline was the best of both worlds for the athletic blue mako sharkman. He walked on the ground, only a few feet from either the sea or the colorful creations of this land. His eyes were fed delightful colors and new earth-grown creations. In his arms he held a cluster of orange stalk-like fruit that peeled to unveil a sugary circus treat. He waved it in one hand, while overlooking his fellow pirates. For now, only Berk and Manuke accompanied him--their other nakama residing on a different part of the island. The young mako sharkman shouted to them, bellowing the greatness of the incredible sights they were passing.
A distance away, a young tanned janitor, covered in scars and carrying a backpack of everything he owned in the world, traveled with them on a small rowboat. This man was stout, dressed in rags, covered in small, chiseled muscles and littered with recent injuries from a tough battle. His equally scarred head was two feet tall with a wide jaw and a narrowing forehead, adorned with a puff of black hair on the top. This man went by many names--Verdadero, Solomon, and Charlemange being his favorites. At least, that was before he remembered his real name. This was a boisterous, joyfully obnoxious man who today was quiet and sober--the events at the Pirate's Market had shaken him unlike anything that he had ever experienced. He gritted his large pearly teeth, holding back a flood of words. For now, on the promise of Captain Berk, he'd accompany the Sea Tigers home.
"Mission...Mission!" Perhaps more importantly, Blue Shiomaru sang the crew's purpose. He didn't need a reason to be excited, but in this event he felt like it was possible to transcend excitement into something greater. At least, that's how he would describe it. The Sea Tigers were far from alone on this island, and on the eve of something greater. This short mako sharkman, his toned and purely muscular body recently recovering from harsh battles, smiled a shark toothed grin from a larger then average mouth. A short while ago, he was happy enough to just be a part of a pirate crew. However, time would gradually remind him that being a pirate wasn't enough. Work needed to be done, and a pirate crew needed to be built up to be something great.
"Oi...Berk! Manuke! Are we almost there yet?" The Ciudadela Queendom was a land of riches, and these pirates would take it for everything it was worth. Treasure, adventure, and perhaps a grand battleship awaited them. Blue Shiomaru, a blue athletic sharkman, small and full of energy, stayed ready for the coming adventure.
A distance away, a young tanned janitor, covered in scars and carrying a backpack of everything he owned in the world, traveled with them on a small rowboat. This man was stout, dressed in rags, covered in small, chiseled muscles and littered with recent injuries from a tough battle. His equally scarred head was two feet tall with a wide jaw and a narrowing forehead, adorned with a puff of black hair on the top. This man went by many names--Verdadero, Solomon, and Charlemange being his favorites. At least, that was before he remembered his real name. This was a boisterous, joyfully obnoxious man who today was quiet and sober--the events at the Pirate's Market had shaken him unlike anything that he had ever experienced. He gritted his large pearly teeth, holding back a flood of words. For now, on the promise of Captain Berk, he'd accompany the Sea Tigers home.
"Mission...Mission!" Perhaps more importantly, Blue Shiomaru sang the crew's purpose. He didn't need a reason to be excited, but in this event he felt like it was possible to transcend excitement into something greater. At least, that's how he would describe it. The Sea Tigers were far from alone on this island, and on the eve of something greater. This short mako sharkman, his toned and purely muscular body recently recovering from harsh battles, smiled a shark toothed grin from a larger then average mouth. A short while ago, he was happy enough to just be a part of a pirate crew. However, time would gradually remind him that being a pirate wasn't enough. Work needed to be done, and a pirate crew needed to be built up to be something great.
"Oi...Berk! Manuke! Are we almost there yet?" The Ciudadela Queendom was a land of riches, and these pirates would take it for everything it was worth. Treasure, adventure, and perhaps a grand battleship awaited them. Blue Shiomaru, a blue athletic sharkman, small and full of energy, stayed ready for the coming adventure.