Post by Shinku on Aug 21, 2016 16:10:32 GMT -5
The letter in his hand crumpled as the young lad unconsciously made a fist. Over the past few weeks he had read and reread the letter until the piece of paper had started to show signs of wear. Because of the strong wind today, Kyou had kept the letter in his pocket, but his hand had automatically reached for the paper when the island had appeared on the horizon, his fingers gliding over the smooth surface as if to make sure it was still there. Kyou needed it. The letter was both an anchor and a compass.
"Hey Temp! Stop standing on the yard like an idiot and start helping with the sails!"
With a nod and a hand sign to the second mate to show that he had heard him, Kyou went to work. They were calling him Temp because he was only a temporary worker, hired for the crossing to Dauntaun Island, rather than a full member... and possibly because he hadn't told his name to anyone else but the Captain, preferring to not socialize with the crew as much as possible. He had sign on as crew in order to save money and maybe a bit because he missed the work, but mostly because the ship was heading into the right direction.
The breeze blew him his hair into his eyes and slightly annoyed he brushed the dirty pink tuft of hair away from his face and checked the knot to make sure he had tied the rope correctly. A uncorrectly tied rope could be the undoing of a crew if the weather turned bad and even though they had nearly arrived at their destination, he wouldn't allow himself to be sloppy. With a last glance at the Island, Kyou climbed down to the deck. The salty sea air was already starting to blend with the smells of the Island and it wouldn't take them long now to get to the harbour.
A few hours later
So this was Dauntaun...
Heavy smog had greeted him long before the young man had even set a foot on the island and now it was thick enough to irritate his eyes. Something in the fumes, or probably a lot of the components of the emission, was making his pale green eyes water and he had to wipe away the tears every few minutes or so.
That smog was definitely bad for one's health, just how could people live here?!
It had an almost a solid quality and the smells could turn one's stomach. After the fresh breeze of the sea the difference was even more striking. The smells here had character... and Kyou wasn't sure that he liked their personality...
For a moment Kyou was tempted to just locate the place the letter was addressed to and barge in, demanding answers. But the pinkhead wasn't hot-headed enough, or at all, to do something that stupid. All that would achieve was a lonely place in prison, if he was lucky. This was a delicate matter. If he wanted to get his answers he would have to move carefully. And he needed a plan - but for that, he needed information and he needed to know more about the island and its people...
Something shifted in his backpack and a fluffy white head with triangular ears squeezed out from one of the side pockets. It sniffed then wrinkled its nose in disgust and let the head hang down.
Even Bruce, the haggis, wasn't his usual genki self. The faster they'd finished their business here, the better.
"Lets go and have a look around. Maybe we can find something to eat as well."
"Tsuhhhhh..." The haggis answered, sounding rather sceptical.