Saul sat below deck, humming a tune to himself as he ran a stone along the edge of his giant shruiken. He had decided, after it failed to cut through the stone, that it wasn't nearly as sharp as it should be. With each stroke a resounding "shwing" rang out through Saul's room. He was pleased with how the events in Loguetown had gone, and it seemed a very nice start to the fame of the pirate crew. Saul wondered where they were going now, and glanced out the porthole in his room, only to see the endless blue ocean stretching off into the distance. "Hmm.." he murmured to himself, wondering who was driving the boat. Last he checked, it was Aiden who had been told to take the wheel.
Not interested in leaving his peaceful solitude, he resumed sharpening his weapon, humming "In the Hall of the Mountain King" in time with the movement of the stone.
Aiden had been steering the ship for a while now, he enjoyed the bit of solitude that it provided him. It gave him more than enough time to think about everything that happened.I finally got in a crew. Aiden thought to himself as a smile made its way to his face. So what now? Aiden said out loud, not to anyone but himself. Things should start getting more interesting yeah? He continued to talk to himself, thinking of what may or may not happen in the near future. The thoughts brought a sort of anticipation with them. Aiden couldnt wait to make a big name for himself. As he thought of how famous he could get a name popped into his head. Ares.... Aiden let the word echo through his mind after he said it. A fitting name for someone like me? He asked himself wondering if the name would make a good one for himself.
Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Mar 6, 2013 19:26:38 GMT
The Captain pushed out and through the door of his quarters, passing through the barrier before him that lead to the outside. Without even a moment of hesitation the gratifying breeze whipped by, dancing around with his bangs while the rest of his hair was protected by the hood of his black sweater. He wore no undershirt and left the sweater open, letting the cool rush of air envelop his skin. The bottom of his sweater tugged and swayed with that wind as he walked out to the main deck.
"...name for someone like me?"
"Ah... I see Aiden is still enjoying himself at the wheel..." His eyes wandered over to his mate, even though he was speaking more to himself, it's not like he wasn't open to conversation. Rogan extended his arms out as his eyes closed and he rolled his head back to face the sky above. "I can feel it... This is freedom... It's destiny." A laugh escaped his lips and he opened his eyes to return gaze forward, to the sea ahead. It was high time that they picked a destination to sail t, and Rogan had some ideas... Probably the last stop before they went to the line.
"Aiden! Let the wind carry us and join me in my quarters! We've got to set a course to the Island of Strange Animals." With a course picked and spirits high there was only one thing that needed to come to face. The only question Rogan had for the moment was the identity of the ship's stow away. And exactly when they planned to make their presence known.
Saul reached for a drawer in his desk, opening it and withdrawing a piece of paper from a neat stack. He held it over one of the edges of his weapon and dropped it. It slowly floated downwards, carried by the air until it landed on the edge of the shuriken. As it's minimal weight fell onto the sharp edge, it was sliced cleanly into two pieces which fell to the ground. Saul smirked at the sharpness of the shuriken, and sheathed it. "Perfect." he said to nobody in particular as he hung it on an empty wall hook. He stirred from his cabin, exiting onto the main deck of the ship. It appeared Rogan was calling Aiden down from the wheel to chart their next course. Saul glanced to his right, seeing nothing but open blue sea. "Shit, I hope we aren't gonna get lost..." he quipped, walking up the steps to the wheel just as Aiden was stepping down. He nodded to the boy, and continued past him.
While the now infamous Crimson crew sailed peacefully along, Kant found himself rowing his canoe as hard as he could to keep them in sight. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, sizzling as they splashed into the water. He gripped his paddle tightly, and while his long and powerful arms made his rowing speed much greater than most normal ships, keeping up with a wind-powered boat was proving nigh impossible. Kant grunted with irritation, not wanting to work so hard just to catch up. He feared he'd be too exhausted to even confront the pirates if he continued this way.
So instead, he placed his paddle in the canoe, leaned back in his seat and placed his hands on the surface of the water. Suddenly, a jet of a very weak acid, basically vinegar, came from both his hands with such force that it propelled him through the water at a pace equal to the ship's speed. He kept his distance, staying just far enough away that his tiny canoe would look like a speck on the ocean's surface. Since the Crimson captain's ship was much bigger, it was very easy to watch it travel despite his distance from it. Kant waited for the prime opportunity to close the gap between them and make his move.
Aiden heard his captain yell to him to meet him in his quarters to help chart their coarse. As he stepped away from the wheel Saul was walking up, they exchanged nods and continued on their own way, Aiden following Rogan down into the ship.So, the island of strange animals? Aiden asked his captain as they walked. He had never been there before and wondered what it would be like. As they reached the door to the captains room Aiden pulled down his hood, revealing his hair and eyes. He thought he heard a noise and looked around, searching for its origin but he had no luck. Shaking his head he turned back to his captain and waited for him to enter his room. Must have been a rat or something. Aiden thought as he pushed the thoughts of the noise out and payed them no mind.