- Voyage details:
Voyage Name:Would you just Listen?
Location:Jaya
Participant(s): Kouse Arima, Elias Weltenbauer
Description:Elias has had a rough time since he arrived on Jaya, no one will take him off of the island. Something about his past of being a bad luck charm for any pirate crew that will take him. Sure he's relatively safe on a lawless island like Jaya, but no one will even listen to his explanations about why he is most assuredly NOT a bad luck charm!
Things will get heated, things will get tense, people will be throne through doors, windows, tables, etc. And maybe, just maybe, Elias can find someone that has no bias toward him to start off an interesting friendship! (That's where Kouse comes in to the equation by the way :p)
Tropical breezes, the scent of exotic fruits, a nice sunny day with few clouds in the sky? WHat more could you ask for on an island like Jaya? Well, for starters, a little order or some common courtesy would be paramount. Hell, even someone giving you the time of day. Or maybe, just maybe, that was this one individual's problem occurring by their own devices rather than a commonplace practice around the pirate ridden island of Jaya. No one would talk to this sandy blonde headed person. It just left them bewildered, scratching the back of their head inside of that hooded jacket, moon patterned dots rustling a bit as his fingers flexed to make the hood shift and rustle a bit.
This red eyes individual? Well he was somewhat of a social pariah to the pirates of Jaya. A bad omen. A curse. The Black Spot itself given human form. Anyone that associated with him, was marked for death by the marines it seemed. As such, what better place to leave him than on an island where no one would give him the time of day? This was how the story of Elias Weltenbauer really begins. Sure, he had traveled all the way from the North Blue, to the West Blue, and so on. Moving from boat to boat, from crew to crew, winding up here in the Grand Line. But how and why are the key questions.
he was wanted back home, and someone was willing to pay for him to be brought home safe and sound, and most assuredly alive. Elias however, wanted nothing more than to explore the world. So he took to traveling with different pirate crews, looking for someone interesting enough to write about. Just when he thought he was going to find someone that was worth getting to know, they didn't want to see him anymore. Something about how the dogs of the world government would not stop tracking their scent unless they ditched him. And so, he would look for the next crew.
Now, when you arrive on an island like Jaya, where pirates gather and make their home, rumors and stories are bound to have spread, and the moment he set foot on Jaya, it may as well have land locked him. He couldn't get off the island and see the world because no one wanted to take the risk of the marines hunting them just to get him. No one wanted to deal with the stress of bounty hunters tearing up their crew for one scrawny kid in a hoodie. His personality could definitely use some work too with how aloof and sly her could be with his words, but that's a story for another day.
Today though, he was looking to at least spend some money he had on some refreshments at a local tavern. Having walked in, the immediate response was a set of glares and mumblings. ANd the moment he tried to sit down at a table with his food, something hoisted him by the back of his jacket collar, and swung him around through the air, only to throw him out through the window of all things. Tucking and rolling, he bounced off of the ground twice before landing on his stomach with a solid thump.
"Oi...Come on man. I just wanted to have something to eat. It's not very nice to just, throw a guy through a window, innit?" He grunted while pushing himself up and started to dust himself off. The figure that had thrown him through the window stepped out through the door, turning their waist so their wide frame could get through the doorway. They may as well have been, like, twelve feet tall with shoulders about four feet across, three joints in their arms with bulbous muscles showing off. They were grumbling, something about how he lost a lot of his crew after dropping him off at an island a while back, because the marines still thought they had him.
Well, there were better ways to start your day. But, there were definitely worse. Probably. Let's not get in to lists right now while a long-arm that lifts on a daily basis was cracking his knuckles and ready to deal some street justice.