Post by momo on May 14, 2019 14:12:19 GMT -5
The Grand Line was about the last place on Francis' mind when he had left the island he had called home. While a mere look at a newspaper would make it clear that going there might increase his wealth, he wasn't particularly suicidal. On a good day, he wasn't particularly talented at navigation and the Grand Line was known for either turning the best of pirates into cowards or killing them altogether. Besides, he was hardly so devoted to his work as a bounty hunter that he'd actually chase idiots with dreams of grandeur into the Grand Line when anyone he actually had the skill to capture for pocket money existed in the Blues.
Life wasn't particularly fair though.
Francis had not been trying to hear about Kite at the time. However, it was particularly hard not to hear about the other man. His name seemed to be everywhere, or at least it felt it. Of course, it could largely have to do with the fact that Francis had left home with no destination on a poor excuse for a boat. For all he knew, he'd managed to get to the one part of the world that had heard of the man.
Looking into that trail was something that he liked to consider was mere curiosity; whether it truly was was questionable. It had admittedly been shockingly easy to find information. The notion of Kite seeming to be everywhere hadn't seemed to be far fetched. However, the more he found the more questions began to linger in his mind. He wasn't too keen on believing everything he was hearing, but he wasn't entirely sure how keen he was to actually actually look for the answers themselves, particularly when the trail he was looking at seemed to be pointing at a destination somewhere in the Grand Line.
In the end, conflict seemed to give in, if only because he was faintly sure that the trip there would be taken by something along the lines of a civilian ship. If it wasn't then this was currently a large waste of time and one he rather hoped did not end up with him at the bottom of the sea. Well, unless they somehow managed to bump into another ship, but that seemed entirely unlikely- or it did in terms of the exact ship he needed.
Frowning, the swordsman stepped outside, glancing at the seawater. It wasn't a particularly distasteful view. He just hoped it stayed that way for long enough.
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