Post by Djinn on Feb 25, 2015 10:29:13 GMT -5
Determined eyes surveyed the bleak, volcanic, landscape. Though he was on the edge of a vast wilderness, 'Tyrant Fist' Berk had been here before. The tigershark-man knelt down and picked up a handful of the island's black sand. The ebony powder was warm to the touch, and even now his nostrils stung with the clinging stench of fire and brimstone, this place seemed to be a hell all it's own. Berk had come here long ago, but that was before he had become a wanted man, back then he had been nothing but a slave-turned-pirate.
Now with the biggest battle of his young life looming before him, he'd returned questioning his own strength, one vow blazed across the warrior's savage heart: "I've got to get stronger." Had he gotten in over his head with this newest scheme? Was Don Maxwell trustworthy or did he simply view this brute as a pawn to be used and discarded? The old mistrusts he held for humans smoldered even as a nearby geyser burst forth and stirred the Pirate Captain from his thoughts. Slight movement drew his eye up to a ridge overlooking the burnt beach he found himself standing on, by the time he was able to cast his gaze upwards towards the overlook whatever was up there had gone. The gyojin had had run-ins with the local wild-life before and knew better than to just ignore them. In reality, the two species found on the island were some of the deadliest in South Blue, and that's what had drawn the anchor-wielder back to this island. That and the chance to pay last respects to the crew that had freed him before he sought out the biggest fight of his life.
Then something caught his attention. It was a scent that carried over the rocky, sparse, terrain and even cut through the stench of the sulfur. It smelled like a Fish, but how could that be? He was supposed to be alone on this Island. The strange smell peaked the Shark-man's curiosity enough that he began to make his way down the uneven sable sands. He kept an eye out for predators, after all, if he could smell whatever this was, they could too.
Now with the biggest battle of his young life looming before him, he'd returned questioning his own strength, one vow blazed across the warrior's savage heart: "I've got to get stronger." Had he gotten in over his head with this newest scheme? Was Don Maxwell trustworthy or did he simply view this brute as a pawn to be used and discarded? The old mistrusts he held for humans smoldered even as a nearby geyser burst forth and stirred the Pirate Captain from his thoughts. Slight movement drew his eye up to a ridge overlooking the burnt beach he found himself standing on, by the time he was able to cast his gaze upwards towards the overlook whatever was up there had gone. The gyojin had had run-ins with the local wild-life before and knew better than to just ignore them. In reality, the two species found on the island were some of the deadliest in South Blue, and that's what had drawn the anchor-wielder back to this island. That and the chance to pay last respects to the crew that had freed him before he sought out the biggest fight of his life.
Then something caught his attention. It was a scent that carried over the rocky, sparse, terrain and even cut through the stench of the sulfur. It smelled like a Fish, but how could that be? He was supposed to be alone on this Island. The strange smell peaked the Shark-man's curiosity enough that he began to make his way down the uneven sable sands. He kept an eye out for predators, after all, if he could smell whatever this was, they could too.