Post by Leoxander on Jul 9, 2007 4:17:53 GMT -5
Ships don't survive dragons.
But somehow... I did.
I imagine the skulls and bones of my fellow crewmates became fish territory, but I'd figured out early that Fate had a cruel sense of humor. I was just another toy for her amusement (Noted near: 'Fate has to be a woman') and apparently, my entertaining days weren't done. Maybe her sweet sister Luck had something to do with it. I've always assumed she has something of a crush on me.
Out of no where, Chance showed up. See, he and I are close, we do just about everything together. Sure, he's stubborn with his seconds but that day he threw me one. Something I'd really needed. I just didn't expect my guardian angel to look like that...
Better late than never, right?
First thing I remember was that smell. Wet dog and salty sand. Both of which were shared when the mongrel shook itself off next to me. His grin said it all; he'd saved me and he was immensely pleased with himself about it. Frankly, I couldn't tell you what my first reaction to the situation was, I had too much of the sea in my head to think about much at all. I do remember looking up at that sky for the first time from Cenril beaches just before dawn, with a few stars left twinkling through the fog that gave up lurking above the smooth waters. Mother Nature was in on this torturous game... showing me how calm she could be, then.
But if that wasn't the loudest son of a bitch (literally) ... always barking his fool head off at the crabs, who probably don't have the ears to hear his warning in the first place! I remember just wanting the damn thing to leave me alone. I think I even nailed his quick dodge with a rock once or twice, but nothing deterred that animal from my side. Obviously a stray; he had more weeds and dirt on him than I had on me, and I'd been washed ashore from hell.
The minute I stepped onto city streets with only the torn clothes on my back and an unwelcome troublesome companion, I had guards memorizing my face like they could read my thoughts. My hunger hit me hardest, and if I wanted to keep livin' my second chance, I'd need a free meal. Couldn't ever tell you how that black mutt knew that, but right when I'd thought I'd finally lost him and at the same time decided to give up, he slipped around the corner with a link of half raw sausages dangling from his mouth, tail waving like a proud banner of celebration.
I gave him his very own pirate name that morning.
I'd never quite earned one of my own.
Even undercooked with a little dog drool, the sausages weren't half bad.
But somehow... I did.
I imagine the skulls and bones of my fellow crewmates became fish territory, but I'd figured out early that Fate had a cruel sense of humor. I was just another toy for her amusement (Noted near: 'Fate has to be a woman') and apparently, my entertaining days weren't done. Maybe her sweet sister Luck had something to do with it. I've always assumed she has something of a crush on me.
Out of no where, Chance showed up. See, he and I are close, we do just about everything together. Sure, he's stubborn with his seconds but that day he threw me one. Something I'd really needed. I just didn't expect my guardian angel to look like that...
Better late than never, right?
First thing I remember was that smell. Wet dog and salty sand. Both of which were shared when the mongrel shook itself off next to me. His grin said it all; he'd saved me and he was immensely pleased with himself about it. Frankly, I couldn't tell you what my first reaction to the situation was, I had too much of the sea in my head to think about much at all. I do remember looking up at that sky for the first time from Cenril beaches just before dawn, with a few stars left twinkling through the fog that gave up lurking above the smooth waters. Mother Nature was in on this torturous game... showing me how calm she could be, then.
But if that wasn't the loudest son of a bitch (literally) ... always barking his fool head off at the crabs, who probably don't have the ears to hear his warning in the first place! I remember just wanting the damn thing to leave me alone. I think I even nailed his quick dodge with a rock once or twice, but nothing deterred that animal from my side. Obviously a stray; he had more weeds and dirt on him than I had on me, and I'd been washed ashore from hell.
The minute I stepped onto city streets with only the torn clothes on my back and an unwelcome troublesome companion, I had guards memorizing my face like they could read my thoughts. My hunger hit me hardest, and if I wanted to keep livin' my second chance, I'd need a free meal. Couldn't ever tell you how that black mutt knew that, but right when I'd thought I'd finally lost him and at the same time decided to give up, he slipped around the corner with a link of half raw sausages dangling from his mouth, tail waving like a proud banner of celebration.
I gave him his very own pirate name that morning.
I'd never quite earned one of my own.
Even undercooked with a little dog drool, the sausages weren't half bad.