Post by mildofthewild on Aug 30, 2021 21:06:55 GMT -5
Today is a very special day. These words often have varying degrees of reactions for different people, especially in the first vestiges of the morning light when they whisper it to themselves. Some are filled with trepidation and agitation; others with a sense of excitement at what they know to be, indeed, a good day. For those that are truly egotistical, they claim to be bored by it. Why? Well, for those people, it's no debate that the day would be special. It involves them, after all. They only feel bored because it's JUST a special day. They need to find a way to make it ESPECIALLY special.
B.G. Tempo is one of those people. This past month has been a true struggle for the thief, his every waking moment being stuck in just a special day on the sunny shores of Conomi Island. He remembered hearing about the kind of easy pickings that were wandering this town when the Fishman Pirates were in charge. Now? Well, the citizens were surprisingly rowdy with life, a little too much so since they broke free from the chains of slavery. Who'd have thought? Each day was only becoming less and less special as he spent his days either lying on the shore and growing sunburnt or having his teeth kicked in by spoilt steals. Things were getting desperate, but the locals were proving far too ornery. Of course, things changed today, something that gave B.G. a trademark grin at the thought of how special today could become...
Pirates.
Tenderly called yams for brains by B.G., they were by far his favorite type of score. After all, only pirates have ever been dumb enough to play into his hands, only pirates are prideful enough to never suspect someone like him from making off with a score. And on this day, Pirates washed upon the outskirts of Conomi Island, dropping anchor off the coast as a sign of trouble should any come near. Unfortunately, B.G. was always one to seek trouble.
The plan was simple enough; sneak aboard, snatch some booze and make off with treasure. And if there's no treasure, steal anything shiny, whichever worked. It was so simple...
"*Pant...pant...* C-come on, how much do you guys need these?!"
..only an idiot could have ruined it. Now, instead of lounging on a bed of dubloons, B.G. was now tucked away behind a rather shoddy looking shack, watching a crowd of furious pirates make their way past, dust triailing behind each lumbering step. "Jeeze...it was just some jewels, they can easily steal more. Didn't even get everything I wanted; papa saw a brooch that would make me a king!" He says, pulling out the jewels in particular, juggling them in his palm while basking in the indigo light that shines beneath the overhead sun. "Ain't even that rich lookin, I'll be lucky if I can get a thousand or two beli for em," he says, muttering before pocketing both jewels and taking another look through his hiding spot...only to see an eye looking back.
"...You have such beautiful eyes, they must come from your mother."
"FOUND 'IM!"
And once again, the game was afoot, B.G. on the run again as the crew chases him across the outskirts of the island, his cries likely falling on deaf ears as he subjects himself to the scorn of several annoyed villagers.
B.G. Tempo is one of those people. This past month has been a true struggle for the thief, his every waking moment being stuck in just a special day on the sunny shores of Conomi Island. He remembered hearing about the kind of easy pickings that were wandering this town when the Fishman Pirates were in charge. Now? Well, the citizens were surprisingly rowdy with life, a little too much so since they broke free from the chains of slavery. Who'd have thought? Each day was only becoming less and less special as he spent his days either lying on the shore and growing sunburnt or having his teeth kicked in by spoilt steals. Things were getting desperate, but the locals were proving far too ornery. Of course, things changed today, something that gave B.G. a trademark grin at the thought of how special today could become...
Pirates.
Tenderly called yams for brains by B.G., they were by far his favorite type of score. After all, only pirates have ever been dumb enough to play into his hands, only pirates are prideful enough to never suspect someone like him from making off with a score. And on this day, Pirates washed upon the outskirts of Conomi Island, dropping anchor off the coast as a sign of trouble should any come near. Unfortunately, B.G. was always one to seek trouble.
The plan was simple enough; sneak aboard, snatch some booze and make off with treasure. And if there's no treasure, steal anything shiny, whichever worked. It was so simple...
"*Pant...pant...* C-come on, how much do you guys need these?!"
..only an idiot could have ruined it. Now, instead of lounging on a bed of dubloons, B.G. was now tucked away behind a rather shoddy looking shack, watching a crowd of furious pirates make their way past, dust triailing behind each lumbering step. "Jeeze...it was just some jewels, they can easily steal more. Didn't even get everything I wanted; papa saw a brooch that would make me a king!" He says, pulling out the jewels in particular, juggling them in his palm while basking in the indigo light that shines beneath the overhead sun. "Ain't even that rich lookin, I'll be lucky if I can get a thousand or two beli for em," he says, muttering before pocketing both jewels and taking another look through his hiding spot...only to see an eye looking back.
"...You have such beautiful eyes, they must come from your mother."
"FOUND 'IM!"
And once again, the game was afoot, B.G. on the run again as the crew chases him across the outskirts of the island, his cries likely falling on deaf ears as he subjects himself to the scorn of several annoyed villagers.