Dai Hummed to himself as he stood at the helm of his ship. He was relatively excited for he had made it into the His first island visit as a pirate captain all by himself. He felt proud of himself yet there was a feeling of loneliness at this accomplishment. He wanted to get some crewmates as soon as possible it was rather lonely aboard this large ship. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a map and checked on the horizon. He wasn't a top-notch navigator but he had enough skill to get to islands without issue but thanks to his log pose he had a good idea of where he was headed.
The closest island that he was going to visit and possibly resupply at was named Mock town. A rather unusual name for a piece of land perhaps it had a colorful history to it. He hoped it wasn't, in this case, he enjoyed the warmth of the sun but the desert heat was something altogether a different subject. He looked up towards the sky as he heard an all to the familiar sound of a seagull cawing most likely calling out to his little friends.
He wondered where the captain of the ship had gone off to. He had left this ship all alone the poor thing. Well, he was going make sure it had a good home to it. But more than that he was here for one thing and one thing only. Crewmates, he needed muscle for his operation. He was planning. Oh yes, Muscle would more than likely be needed indeed. his brought a small smirk to his face as he drew closer and closer to the island. A particular song kept coming to mind as he hummed a few bars. It was an old pirating song but it was still a good one in his opinion. He slowly began to furl in the sails as a dock came into view. He would let the ocean's current drag him into port. He tied off the sails and stretched out his arms and quickly climbed up the ladder and tied off the sails.
After tying up the sails he would slide down the polished metal railing the masts ladder and return to the helm. He chuckled as he continued to hum along with the tune of Bink's sake as he saw already quite a few ships into the dock it was going to be a bit of a challenge to find a free spot but he would manage somehow. The previous ship's owner jolly roger flapped in the air in the crows nest of the first mast waved lazily in the air proudly displaying its insignia as he carefully maneuvered his large ship into a free area. His trademark black cloak with red clouds always adorned on himself even on a summer isle, the collar of his cloak covering the lower half of his face and he was adorning his head a conical straw hat with small ornamental torques and tassels hanging down over his face. He was a wanted man after all and he wanted to remain unnoticed as long as he could. Yubashiri at his left hip as he took refuge in a small tavern and took a seat at the bar.
The closest island that he was going to visit and possibly resupply at was named Mock town. A rather unusual name for a piece of land perhaps it had a colorful history to it. He hoped it wasn't, in this case, he enjoyed the warmth of the sun but the desert heat was something altogether a different subject. He looked up towards the sky as he heard an all to the familiar sound of a seagull cawing most likely calling out to his little friends.
He wondered where the captain of the ship had gone off to. He had left this ship all alone the poor thing. Well, he was going make sure it had a good home to it. But more than that he was here for one thing and one thing only. Crewmates, he needed muscle for his operation. He was planning. Oh yes, Muscle would more than likely be needed indeed. his brought a small smirk to his face as he drew closer and closer to the island. A particular song kept coming to mind as he hummed a few bars. It was an old pirating song but it was still a good one in his opinion. He slowly began to furl in the sails as a dock came into view. He would let the ocean's current drag him into port. He tied off the sails and stretched out his arms and quickly climbed up the ladder and tied off the sails.
After tying up the sails he would slide down the polished metal railing the masts ladder and return to the helm. He chuckled as he continued to hum along with the tune of Bink's sake as he saw already quite a few ships into the dock it was going to be a bit of a challenge to find a free spot but he would manage somehow. The previous ship's owner jolly roger flapped in the air in the crows nest of the first mast waved lazily in the air proudly displaying its insignia as he carefully maneuvered his large ship into a free area. His trademark black cloak with red clouds always adorned on himself even on a summer isle, the collar of his cloak covering the lower half of his face and he was adorning his head a conical straw hat with small ornamental torques and tassels hanging down over his face. He was a wanted man after all and he wanted to remain unnoticed as long as he could. Yubashiri at his left hip as he took refuge in a small tavern and took a seat at the bar.
Last edited by Daimaru on Sun Apr 01, 2018 10:16 pm; edited 1 time in total