Post by Blaka on Feb 23, 2022 14:41:56 GMT -5
Grand Line, Goya Island, “Hell’s Garden”: A small green creature was hiding in an opened crate of fruit, peeping outside through a tiny hole in the wood. Their little paddies clang tightly to the crate’s walls, so the frog wouldn’t be thrown around with the apples and pears in here. It had been quite the bumpy ride for the past few minutes, as the soldier carrying the box didn’t exactly pay attention to the wellbeing of his stowaway.
Said stowaway was relieved to see the outside looking fairly familiar. As in, there were at least trees here, like back home. As soon as they had arrived on the last island, full of heated sand and volcanic activity, Frogchops had decided to simply change ship instead of staying there - of course they hadn’t known, and still didn't, that the one they had hopped on to had been a Marine vessel headed for the Grand Line. Nor did they know what the Marines or the Grand Line even was. However, hiding in the food storage, they had done well for themselves for the length of the journey, ready to be excited for this new island.
“Put it down here, theyll come pick it up, lets get more from the ship"
All of the sudden, the rumbling stopped. The soldier had stopped walking. A final bump shook the entire crate as he said it down on the ground. Quickly, multiple people’s steps hurried away. A minute later, its inhabitant crawled out from under the fruits, fastened the cord strapping their knife to their back, straightened their sunhat and pulled their dungarees up properly. It was time to explore this new land! Without looking back at the familiar pile of wooden boxes they had lived in for so many days, the fun sized frog hopped into the sunny forest.
Said stowaway was relieved to see the outside looking fairly familiar. As in, there were at least trees here, like back home. As soon as they had arrived on the last island, full of heated sand and volcanic activity, Frogchops had decided to simply change ship instead of staying there - of course they hadn’t known, and still didn't, that the one they had hopped on to had been a Marine vessel headed for the Grand Line. Nor did they know what the Marines or the Grand Line even was. However, hiding in the food storage, they had done well for themselves for the length of the journey, ready to be excited for this new island.
“Put it down here, theyll come pick it up, lets get more from the ship"
All of the sudden, the rumbling stopped. The soldier had stopped walking. A final bump shook the entire crate as he said it down on the ground. Quickly, multiple people’s steps hurried away. A minute later, its inhabitant crawled out from under the fruits, fastened the cord strapping their knife to their back, straightened their sunhat and pulled their dungarees up properly. It was time to explore this new land! Without looking back at the familiar pile of wooden boxes they had lived in for so many days, the fun sized frog hopped into the sunny forest.