Cassius Sinclair The Kraken Cassius had been drifting beneath the docks of Baltigo, quietly and peacefully listening to the murmurs of living voices on the docks above. The moon sat large and round in the night sky and although it was far later than anyone should be awake, the docks of Baltigo never rested. While not eavesdropping on any one conversation, Cassius at times felt at ease when he could listen to the general hum of life and voices without being detected. He felt disengaged from the world during these times, above it all yet really right next to it. The voices rarely took on individual words but instead formed a buzzing of white-noise that often soothed him. That was until he heard several pairs of boots marching in unison and then, We're looking for a fishman, supposedly around seven-feet tall with squid or octopus-like tentacles on his face. If you've seen him or have any information on his whereabouts please alert the nearest Marine patrol. If you are harboring him as a fugitive know that you will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Cassius's ears perked up at the very well detailed description of himself on the wooden planks above. He mentally slapped himself in the face and wanted to groan but restricted himself for fear of being heard. Obviously that bartender hadn't been able to keep his mouth shut. Now there was a Marine patrol after him for that idiot Guzman's murder. There was truly never a dull moment on this godforsaken island and he was beginning to learn that the hard way. Silently, he dipped under the water and swam slowly and methodically towards shore as the boots above him began to move closer inland. Stepping onto dry land, Cassius didn't bother retrieving his clothes from his dry pack, instead grabbing hold of the rusted ladder and slowly climbing the rungs to the top so he could just see over the lip of the pier. He stared down to the right of the pier which moved inland on the docks and noticed a Marine patrol of about six men spread about the docks questioning anyone and everyone unfortunate to get within five feet of them. To his left he stared down the rows and rows of ships docked for the night. Some still had lanterns burning, others had gone completely dark for the night. One in particular stood out as a decent sized Marine vessel, lanterns full ablaze. There'd be no sleeping allowed on that vessel tonight, not while a supposed murderer was on the loose in the streets of Baltigo. Stepping back down the ladder, Cassius returned to the water, slipping beneath its shadowed surface to start to form a plan. On the one hand he could simply hide out and wait for the heat to die down. On the other he'd have to spend the next couple of weeks looking over his shoulder until the Marines eventually were called off for some other mission or simply got bored and left. His face wasn't exactly the easiest to hide and besides, the Marines didn't scare him in the least. If he was going to kick the hornet's nest though, he wanted to make sure he got the entire hive in one blow. Swimming through the docks and towards the Marine vessel, Cassius inspected the hull of the ship from beneath the surface. He ran his webbed hand across the wooden frame of the ship, searching for weak points or past repairs that would be easy to work with. After a quick search, he managed to find a patch spot of new wood that had replaced what Cassius imagined to be prior damage from a skirmish with a cannonball. Moving quickly he brought his fist back before driving a hole through the new wood patch. Immediately, salt ocean water began rushing into the gap he had made, filling the inside and beginning the sinking process. Poking just the top of his head out from the water, Cassius listened for movement aboard the ship. At first there was nothing, only the silence of the night mixed with the far off voices of sailors farther down the docks. Then, voices chattering, Oi, Earnie get down here, we sprung a leak. Jackson, wake Old Cecil, he's gonna need to patch this thing up. Damn, that's a big spot, how'd that happen you think? Voices stirred in the night air as more and more of the crew came down to investigate the leak. Cassius dove below the water, finding the hole he chanced a look through it. Using the the dark water as protection from their sight, Cassius attempted to study the interior of the ship and their movements. The Marines currently in the bottom of the ship simply stared at the hole chattering about it like bafoons. Whoever Old Cecil was, apparently he was the only one competent enough to actually fix a leak. Cassius shook his head, Humans. He muttered to himself before bringing his fist back again and sending it through the hull to form another leak. Almost immediately it brought about the response he had been looking for, That's no leak! We're being sabotaged. We're under attack! Warn the others, ring the bell, call them back. Men to arms, we must find this ghastly sea creature and deal with it post haste. The room seemed to explode with voices as the Marines began scrambling to fix the issue, each running off in a different direction as the water now poured in even faster than before. Cassius just stared through the holes in amusement, shaking his head and chuckling to himself underwater. Above him someone had made it to the top deck and the bells to call back the rest of the Marines began to ring frantically. WORDS: 971 NOTES: ### DORIKI: ### GEAR: ### SKILLS: ### |
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