Post by |The SHAKINATOR| on Mar 20, 2011 16:24:03 GMT -5
The sea was waving briskly beneath the calm sky. The weather was pleasant for once and Remus Dante of the 'Xiao-Lan' Clan was enjoying himself, resting topless on board the small boat he had stolen from the corpses of the two men he had killed. He absorbed the sun through his pale skin, hoping to catch a light tan as the boat casually drifted on the sheet of blue water, taking him to the destination based on the current that flew within it.
Dante knew perfectly well where he would end up should the boat continue to travel in the direction it was currently heading for. Having the knowledge of navigation and weather was helpful when it came to sailing alone. The only problem was, Dante wasn't heading for no island. He was searching for somebody who was also traveling on the open sea's just like he was.
Dante lifted himself from his horizontal laying position to a more upright position. He rested his body against the frame of the small boat before glancing down at the pink den-den mushi that was attached to his wrist. A smile creeped across his face as he thought of the guy he was searching for. Suddenly the baby den-den mushi began to buzz against his skin, informing the marine of an incoming call.
Dante pressed the receiving button and awaited the response from the opposite end. He had been expecting a call for a while now. The idea was to meet up and discuss something important. Dante had heard a rumour circulating the marine world about a new division for marine's with potential. Dante was planning to join this so called new Division and was planning to get his friend to also take a hand at it. After all, they were the two most promising and ambitious marines around.
Dante knew perfectly well where he would end up should the boat continue to travel in the direction it was currently heading for. Having the knowledge of navigation and weather was helpful when it came to sailing alone. The only problem was, Dante wasn't heading for no island. He was searching for somebody who was also traveling on the open sea's just like he was.
Dante lifted himself from his horizontal laying position to a more upright position. He rested his body against the frame of the small boat before glancing down at the pink den-den mushi that was attached to his wrist. A smile creeped across his face as he thought of the guy he was searching for. Suddenly the baby den-den mushi began to buzz against his skin, informing the marine of an incoming call.
Dante pressed the receiving button and awaited the response from the opposite end. He had been expecting a call for a while now. The idea was to meet up and discuss something important. Dante had heard a rumour circulating the marine world about a new division for marine's with potential. Dante was planning to join this so called new Division and was planning to get his friend to also take a hand at it. After all, they were the two most promising and ambitious marines around.