Post by BEX on May 16, 2011 2:34:31 GMT -5
He’d ferried many people in these days.
Some were wanted criminals; some were simply people running from something. Men who lusted for power and women who lusted for men who lusted for power; it was all a tangled web that ensnared him from time to time. Edward Newgate was breaking the world at Marineford, but this sagacious white haired ferryman had no inkling of the world around him as he dipped his finger passively into the wading waves. Tasting it told him that he should be on his way to that town that had recently been taken over by some emperor. Sighing he shook his head wondering just what the world was coming to: where were all the peace loving people of the seas?
Chuckling to himself he mused, “Probably off hiding from the violent ones” though the laughter was bitter more so than it was joyous. Yes, he’d seen some hard times though he would not dare speak ill of any of his friends or adventures, which was just the kind of man that he was. Mist gave way in the distance to the hulking shape of an island nearby. Even from here a body could see the raised statues of some figure that rose high above the town buildings.
“I suppose it will be one of them days again” he said biting down on his tooth at the tail end of that statement. His cavities hadn’t healed up since last summer and this cold air of the sea wasn’t doing him much good, then again he never had gone after what was much good for him in the first place. Word had it, people were trying to leave this Crescent Moon Empire on the grounds that their leader was too cruel, but in the ferryman’s opinion one cruel man simply led to another.
The world had become a different place since he’d been born and wishing for peaceful times were the most excitement a man worried about was cuddling his sweetheart or getting into a skiff with the town boys. Adjusting his worn, wide rimmed hat he slumped exhausted from all the paddling lazily against the current in his basic ship. Had he not been one insane navigator, there was certainly no way he’d have made it the one island he’d managed to hop, but then again it probably helped that he’d thrown the other man overboard. An angry huff said volumes to how that altercation had gone; the lazy lout had taken a flintlock out and tried to make him head towards the Blues. Just what in tarnation would he wanna go there for?
“Damned refugees…” he grumbled in his sleep and in only a few hours Bayle Godfrey’s ship would pull into the Crescent Moon Empire dock where he would meet even more excitement and perhaps find a friend. All things he hated doing.
Some were wanted criminals; some were simply people running from something. Men who lusted for power and women who lusted for men who lusted for power; it was all a tangled web that ensnared him from time to time. Edward Newgate was breaking the world at Marineford, but this sagacious white haired ferryman had no inkling of the world around him as he dipped his finger passively into the wading waves. Tasting it told him that he should be on his way to that town that had recently been taken over by some emperor. Sighing he shook his head wondering just what the world was coming to: where were all the peace loving people of the seas?
Chuckling to himself he mused, “Probably off hiding from the violent ones” though the laughter was bitter more so than it was joyous. Yes, he’d seen some hard times though he would not dare speak ill of any of his friends or adventures, which was just the kind of man that he was. Mist gave way in the distance to the hulking shape of an island nearby. Even from here a body could see the raised statues of some figure that rose high above the town buildings.
“I suppose it will be one of them days again” he said biting down on his tooth at the tail end of that statement. His cavities hadn’t healed up since last summer and this cold air of the sea wasn’t doing him much good, then again he never had gone after what was much good for him in the first place. Word had it, people were trying to leave this Crescent Moon Empire on the grounds that their leader was too cruel, but in the ferryman’s opinion one cruel man simply led to another.
The world had become a different place since he’d been born and wishing for peaceful times were the most excitement a man worried about was cuddling his sweetheart or getting into a skiff with the town boys. Adjusting his worn, wide rimmed hat he slumped exhausted from all the paddling lazily against the current in his basic ship. Had he not been one insane navigator, there was certainly no way he’d have made it the one island he’d managed to hop, but then again it probably helped that he’d thrown the other man overboard. An angry huff said volumes to how that altercation had gone; the lazy lout had taken a flintlock out and tried to make him head towards the Blues. Just what in tarnation would he wanna go there for?
“Damned refugees…” he grumbled in his sleep and in only a few hours Bayle Godfrey’s ship would pull into the Crescent Moon Empire dock where he would meet even more excitement and perhaps find a friend. All things he hated doing.