MasterOfWhispers
Star
- Joined
- Jan 15, 2009
The sun sets, the seas rhythm as slow and tender as violins. After an intense battle with a trade ship, He had finally arrived procured the legend "cat box" Of Legend. The smile on his face was that of savage happiness, when one of his men alerted him of the legendary treasure chest. He was in his bedroom, looking in the mirror, gazing directly in the reflection that consisted of his blue eyes and brown hair, his white tunic, and dark pants, and a suave posture intermingled with his tall stature. All this was hiding the fact that he was terminally ill. coughing blood all over the place prior to capturing the trade ship. It was next to a miracle that he lead the raid so successfully without getting killed himself.
"Coming right up Winston."
He responded to his first mate. He left his cabin, and opened to his doors to a fading orange sky, and excited shipmates speaking of the spoils of battle. There it was right at the center of the deck, and a wider smile creeped out from his lips.
"Marvelous, absolutely marvelous." He whispered under his breathes. He approached the chest slowly, and with one hand he gently opened it. A flash of light illumanted the ship, and chests contents were to reveal themselves.
"Coming right up Winston."
He responded to his first mate. He left his cabin, and opened to his doors to a fading orange sky, and excited shipmates speaking of the spoils of battle. There it was right at the center of the deck, and a wider smile creeped out from his lips.
"Marvelous, absolutely marvelous." He whispered under his breathes. He approached the chest slowly, and with one hand he gently opened it. A flash of light illumanted the ship, and chests contents were to reveal themselves.