Post by blackfox7 on Apr 25, 2011 10:05:58 GMT -5
(OH YESSSS!! It's time for fun, Coley!!! ;D)
The sky was overcast, threatening a storm. The crew of the Corsair galleon was not at ease; the searats, bilge weasels, pirate stoats, raider ferrets and a scattering of freebooting foxes avoided their silent passenger. The racoon sat with his back to the port railing, staring sullenly at the brown land rising in the west. Wavescum avoided him like he was the carrier of the next great epidemic. He outsized them all, even the few foxes, and could certainly outfight the entire crew of eighty.
The crew had argued with his boarding the ship at first. There had been about a dozen more pirates when the voyage had started. The bodies were currently floating off the coasts north of Mossflower, where they'd sailed from, probably being picked at by sea crows and gannets.
As the creaking galleon neared the breakwaters the steersbeast put about, making for a long jetty built of stone. Five searats climbed the mast, tacking down the mainsail to avoid being blown in and beached. They were working much more quickly than usual, without the banter and grog-swilling celebration that commonly went with the return with a hold full of some otherbeast's valubles. Xalato Six Rings gazed up to the land rise on which Fort Bladegirt stood sentinel. Though rimed with seaspray, it was a formidable looking structure, the tallest and strongest on all of Terramort. He guessed he'd have the best luck finding a way to win his bread there. If this didn't work he'd have to try elsewhere--but the elsewheres were running out.
There was a light bump as the side of the ship scraped against the jetty. Immediately twenty or more searats jumped ship, eager to get away from the foreign stowaway and his hawk-like gaze. The racoon rose, the crossbelt of javelins shifting across his broad back. He lifted his pike. His dirk was at his side. Disembarking, the wampam beads on his lone garment of muskrat hide tinkled and clinked together. Corsair beasts made a path for him. They were reminded of their King somewhat by his barbaric but spendid appearance, for their commander, second only to the King of the pirates, was also one of the ring-tailed beasts from the savage Western Continent.
Xalato continued boldly down the jetty, amethyst eyes peeled for challengers.
The sky was overcast, threatening a storm. The crew of the Corsair galleon was not at ease; the searats, bilge weasels, pirate stoats, raider ferrets and a scattering of freebooting foxes avoided their silent passenger. The racoon sat with his back to the port railing, staring sullenly at the brown land rising in the west. Wavescum avoided him like he was the carrier of the next great epidemic. He outsized them all, even the few foxes, and could certainly outfight the entire crew of eighty.
The crew had argued with his boarding the ship at first. There had been about a dozen more pirates when the voyage had started. The bodies were currently floating off the coasts north of Mossflower, where they'd sailed from, probably being picked at by sea crows and gannets.
As the creaking galleon neared the breakwaters the steersbeast put about, making for a long jetty built of stone. Five searats climbed the mast, tacking down the mainsail to avoid being blown in and beached. They were working much more quickly than usual, without the banter and grog-swilling celebration that commonly went with the return with a hold full of some otherbeast's valubles. Xalato Six Rings gazed up to the land rise on which Fort Bladegirt stood sentinel. Though rimed with seaspray, it was a formidable looking structure, the tallest and strongest on all of Terramort. He guessed he'd have the best luck finding a way to win his bread there. If this didn't work he'd have to try elsewhere--but the elsewheres were running out.
There was a light bump as the side of the ship scraped against the jetty. Immediately twenty or more searats jumped ship, eager to get away from the foreign stowaway and his hawk-like gaze. The racoon rose, the crossbelt of javelins shifting across his broad back. He lifted his pike. His dirk was at his side. Disembarking, the wampam beads on his lone garment of muskrat hide tinkled and clinked together. Corsair beasts made a path for him. They were reminded of their King somewhat by his barbaric but spendid appearance, for their commander, second only to the King of the pirates, was also one of the ring-tailed beasts from the savage Western Continent.
Xalato continued boldly down the jetty, amethyst eyes peeled for challengers.
