Post by anchor on Jan 6, 2008 8:34:28 GMT 10
[I'm not sure if werewolves are allowed to do this or not, but just in case, I'm posting, if you don't mind.]
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me…” A blue haired man was lying on a piece of driftwood, singing softly to himself. His strange predicament bothered him little, for he quite liked the peace that the ocean brings, the sounds of the winds and the waves. He brushed at his soot ridden face, sighing contently. Looks like the Navy isn’t all that useless after all. Who knew attacks could make a man become so at peace, especially a pirate. Anchor had been able to stow away on a pirate ship. It was much easier than trying to get to Teer on his own, and there was no bribery involved. No man on the small ship had noticed him, for many pirates are not the brightest. It was a shame that the Navy had to come along with their fancy ships and cannons, attacking with no large forewarning on the poor, down-ridden ship. Of course, due to the pirate crew's inexperience and lack of decent weaponry and training, the Navy was successful in the destruction of the ship. No man survived - that is, except for Anchor. Which is how he landed here, in the middle of no where, with no supplies what-so-ever. Thinking of the attack, Anchor slightly chuckled to himself. "Good times, Anchor, good times."
The squawk of birds echoed through the air, causing a glare to from. He growled low, angered with the intrusion of his peace. "Damn you birds, can't you see some people are trying to have some quiet and relaxation! Go back home to your land and have se-" His eyes widened in realization and shock, shooting up quickly. The unexpected movement cause the wood to tip, resulting in Anchor's bottom half in the water. He softly screamed in shock, quickly moving himself back on the wood, frustration overcoming his features. However, he had no time to deal with such trivial emotions, looking up to see a mass of land in the distance. He let out a whoop of joy, thinking the land to be Teer, his very destination. However, upon closer inspection, he realized that this was not Teer. Anchor sighed in disappointment. Ah, I really need my money... All of my valuable are scattered about in pirate ports. My luck is currently no-existent today. What a shame." Glancing up again, he saw a cave. Thinking it to be a good place for stay, as night had fallen some time after the seagulls were discovered, he directed his pitiful excuse for transportation toward land.
When Anchor reached shore, he dragged his wood with him. Looking at the cave, he deemed it suitable for a night's stay, possibly longer if necessary. He heaved the wood to carry it on top of his head and headed toward the cave. "Oh wow..." That was all that could be said for what he saw on the inside. It was long and dark, which is what suited Anchor the best. Deciding that exploration may result in his finding of some type of jewels, he dropped his wood and began walking through the endless tunnels.
After many twists and turns, Anchor stopped, his eyes wide at the nest of... "Rocks... I walk for hours and all I find are useless rocks." He picked one up, finding it to be heavy enough, but quite plain. However, the pure whiteness was what caught his attention. This is one hell of a rock, he though to himself. Looking back to the nest, Anchor saw many more, yet each looked different from blue to green to having patterns. A sly grin disturbed his features, making him look as primal as he is. He could make a profit off these rocks. Woman would find them beautiful, most likely. They'd make quite a nice house decoration. People these days are so gullible... they'd buy anything. He laughed lowly, sounding more like a mix of rasping and growling. He cradled the rock gently in his hands. It's a shame he can't bring them back with me immediately... Damn driftwood not being big enough. I must find a ship to use. But I do not know how. Curse my luck these days. Not knowing what to do, he sat down on the ground, gazing at all the rocks. He raised an eyebrow, suddenly noticing the shape of the rocks. These quite reminded him of eggs. He gasped, holding the rock up. "These are eggs! I can't make a profit off of eggs! Ah!" Curses spewed out of his mouth as he clutched the egg in his hands, intent on crushing it to pieces. Though suddenly he stopped. In an unexplained rush of sympathy never shown in public, he loosed his hold on the egg. A life unborn, is a life wasted. A life that could be turned to his side. Gazing at the egg, he sighed.
Siting down once again, Anchor kept his hold on the egg, careful not to grip it to hard. He gazed at it, wondering what creature might be inside of. Many possibilities formed, from birds to canines to felines. Never in Anchor's nineteen years of life has he ever seen an egg such as this. It's beauty amazed him, different from the others he has seen. The ugly, off-white, spotted eggs that many birds hatch from. The creatures that hatch from these eggs must be special. No creature could lay such beautiful eggs here in the middle of a cave on some island, but to have an intent to hide them from the world. The thought of others knowing about these eggs came to his mind, and Anchor was suddenly filled with an anger that was unusual to the circumstance. Anchor was unsure of what to do next. Should he ignore his discovery, or tell people? Could he still sell them, knowing that he would be selling life? Well, that last was a stupid question: of course he would, but he felt selfish at the moment. Another thought formed in his head. Hadn't he heard of this somewhere? Eggs being found in a cave, people flocking... Of course he had, how could Anchor have forgotten. This was that cave, the nest, the very one he had heard rumors about. Anchor was suddenly aware of the time. Or more exact, that he didn't know what time it was. Who knew when the people would be coming? What if someone recognized him from the wanted posters? Anchor heard no noise, so he deemed himself safe... for now.
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me…” A blue haired man was lying on a piece of driftwood, singing softly to himself. His strange predicament bothered him little, for he quite liked the peace that the ocean brings, the sounds of the winds and the waves. He brushed at his soot ridden face, sighing contently. Looks like the Navy isn’t all that useless after all. Who knew attacks could make a man become so at peace, especially a pirate. Anchor had been able to stow away on a pirate ship. It was much easier than trying to get to Teer on his own, and there was no bribery involved. No man on the small ship had noticed him, for many pirates are not the brightest. It was a shame that the Navy had to come along with their fancy ships and cannons, attacking with no large forewarning on the poor, down-ridden ship. Of course, due to the pirate crew's inexperience and lack of decent weaponry and training, the Navy was successful in the destruction of the ship. No man survived - that is, except for Anchor. Which is how he landed here, in the middle of no where, with no supplies what-so-ever. Thinking of the attack, Anchor slightly chuckled to himself. "Good times, Anchor, good times."
The squawk of birds echoed through the air, causing a glare to from. He growled low, angered with the intrusion of his peace. "Damn you birds, can't you see some people are trying to have some quiet and relaxation! Go back home to your land and have se-" His eyes widened in realization and shock, shooting up quickly. The unexpected movement cause the wood to tip, resulting in Anchor's bottom half in the water. He softly screamed in shock, quickly moving himself back on the wood, frustration overcoming his features. However, he had no time to deal with such trivial emotions, looking up to see a mass of land in the distance. He let out a whoop of joy, thinking the land to be Teer, his very destination. However, upon closer inspection, he realized that this was not Teer. Anchor sighed in disappointment. Ah, I really need my money... All of my valuable are scattered about in pirate ports. My luck is currently no-existent today. What a shame." Glancing up again, he saw a cave. Thinking it to be a good place for stay, as night had fallen some time after the seagulls were discovered, he directed his pitiful excuse for transportation toward land.
When Anchor reached shore, he dragged his wood with him. Looking at the cave, he deemed it suitable for a night's stay, possibly longer if necessary. He heaved the wood to carry it on top of his head and headed toward the cave. "Oh wow..." That was all that could be said for what he saw on the inside. It was long and dark, which is what suited Anchor the best. Deciding that exploration may result in his finding of some type of jewels, he dropped his wood and began walking through the endless tunnels.
After many twists and turns, Anchor stopped, his eyes wide at the nest of... "Rocks... I walk for hours and all I find are useless rocks." He picked one up, finding it to be heavy enough, but quite plain. However, the pure whiteness was what caught his attention. This is one hell of a rock, he though to himself. Looking back to the nest, Anchor saw many more, yet each looked different from blue to green to having patterns. A sly grin disturbed his features, making him look as primal as he is. He could make a profit off these rocks. Woman would find them beautiful, most likely. They'd make quite a nice house decoration. People these days are so gullible... they'd buy anything. He laughed lowly, sounding more like a mix of rasping and growling. He cradled the rock gently in his hands. It's a shame he can't bring them back with me immediately... Damn driftwood not being big enough. I must find a ship to use. But I do not know how. Curse my luck these days. Not knowing what to do, he sat down on the ground, gazing at all the rocks. He raised an eyebrow, suddenly noticing the shape of the rocks. These quite reminded him of eggs. He gasped, holding the rock up. "These are eggs! I can't make a profit off of eggs! Ah!" Curses spewed out of his mouth as he clutched the egg in his hands, intent on crushing it to pieces. Though suddenly he stopped. In an unexplained rush of sympathy never shown in public, he loosed his hold on the egg. A life unborn, is a life wasted. A life that could be turned to his side. Gazing at the egg, he sighed.
Siting down once again, Anchor kept his hold on the egg, careful not to grip it to hard. He gazed at it, wondering what creature might be inside of. Many possibilities formed, from birds to canines to felines. Never in Anchor's nineteen years of life has he ever seen an egg such as this. It's beauty amazed him, different from the others he has seen. The ugly, off-white, spotted eggs that many birds hatch from. The creatures that hatch from these eggs must be special. No creature could lay such beautiful eggs here in the middle of a cave on some island, but to have an intent to hide them from the world. The thought of others knowing about these eggs came to his mind, and Anchor was suddenly filled with an anger that was unusual to the circumstance. Anchor was unsure of what to do next. Should he ignore his discovery, or tell people? Could he still sell them, knowing that he would be selling life? Well, that last was a stupid question: of course he would, but he felt selfish at the moment. Another thought formed in his head. Hadn't he heard of this somewhere? Eggs being found in a cave, people flocking... Of course he had, how could Anchor have forgotten. This was that cave, the nest, the very one he had heard rumors about. Anchor was suddenly aware of the time. Or more exact, that he didn't know what time it was. Who knew when the people would be coming? What if someone recognized him from the wanted posters? Anchor heard no noise, so he deemed himself safe... for now.
