Silverknight
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jul 14, 2011
The ship was his, he was the ruler, king, dictator, whatever word you wanted to put here would work well for how he ran the ship. He was the captain of this pirate ship, a man who had years of experience in war, and in peace, though as a pirate the two kind of were the same, except who he got paid by and what he did to make money changed mattering on what the situation was. He was a bloodsail, a man who was against all sides and who had no friends among the leadership of eitherside. He was a man in and of his own, and a man who would do what he needed to do to get by. Still his ship was faster than all others, it was strong and powerful as well.
The same could be said for himself, he was a man of power, of strength, he was a tall man, for This captain, Joseph Thompson was a man among men. He was a strong man, standing just at six and a half feet, he had a body that would fit a pro football player quite well. He was bigger than any of his crew, and his appearance caused them to know that he was in charge. He was short messy blonde hair and light ocean green eyes which were at the moment looking around his cabin. His cabin was tidy and set up straight, everything in it proper place, as he looked it over.
The captain had a feeling that something was up, he had been at a hidden port for the days before, a bit to long for his liking and he had a feeling that something might of happened. He looked over his map as he figured he would sail north for a bit as he searched for ships to raid along the coast. He didn't know that he had already taken on a person, who was after his head and to defeat him. He knew that he had a price on his head, that was rather common knowledge, he didn't care, for he believe himself undefeatable in battle, at least any battle he would get into. He knew when to fight and went to avoid battle, it was that which made him so dangerous. He was not only strong physically, but mentally as well, he was not a fool who would run into battles he was destined to lose, such people annoyed him a great deal. Standing up, he looked at the map again and marked it for the direction they would be heading next.
The same could be said for himself, he was a man of power, of strength, he was a tall man, for This captain, Joseph Thompson was a man among men. He was a strong man, standing just at six and a half feet, he had a body that would fit a pro football player quite well. He was bigger than any of his crew, and his appearance caused them to know that he was in charge. He was short messy blonde hair and light ocean green eyes which were at the moment looking around his cabin. His cabin was tidy and set up straight, everything in it proper place, as he looked it over.
The captain had a feeling that something was up, he had been at a hidden port for the days before, a bit to long for his liking and he had a feeling that something might of happened. He looked over his map as he figured he would sail north for a bit as he searched for ships to raid along the coast. He didn't know that he had already taken on a person, who was after his head and to defeat him. He knew that he had a price on his head, that was rather common knowledge, he didn't care, for he believe himself undefeatable in battle, at least any battle he would get into. He knew when to fight and went to avoid battle, it was that which made him so dangerous. He was not only strong physically, but mentally as well, he was not a fool who would run into battles he was destined to lose, such people annoyed him a great deal. Standing up, he looked at the map again and marked it for the direction they would be heading next.