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- Joined
- Jul 1, 2011
- Location
- Pittsburgh, PA
Aleksandr, one of the most feared pirates of the seven seas, hacked and slashed his way through the Mangrove with some of his most loyal crew members. His black boots were invisible under the mud and water, his black trousers covered in mud, the heavy black coat and under shirt also having mud on them, and also being quite difficult to stay cool in the humid mangrove. He had lost his hat quite a while back, leaving his short and shaggy hair exposed to the elements, as his black eyes stared forward, looking for his prize. Being tallish at 5 foot 9, he should easily see it.
It had been hours that him and his crew members had been hacking their way through. Aleksandr wished that he could have kept some of the row boats this far in, but the water in the Mangrove had become far to shallow for the boats to pass. However, he could feel that soon his tedious work would be rewarded with just what he was looking for.
Indeed it was, as he moved through a heavily vegetated area and came upon his prize: the Shrine the Sea Witch had sent him for. Inside would be an item she required of him, and he would be one step closer to getting rid of his pain. However, as if on queue, the pain shot through him, and he fell to his knees in the mud, his crew gathering around him to protect him from any potential attackers.
It had been hours that him and his crew members had been hacking their way through. Aleksandr wished that he could have kept some of the row boats this far in, but the water in the Mangrove had become far to shallow for the boats to pass. However, he could feel that soon his tedious work would be rewarded with just what he was looking for.
Indeed it was, as he moved through a heavily vegetated area and came upon his prize: the Shrine the Sea Witch had sent him for. Inside would be an item she required of him, and he would be one step closer to getting rid of his pain. However, as if on queue, the pain shot through him, and he fell to his knees in the mud, his crew gathering around him to protect him from any potential attackers.