Inherited Meeting | Adventure | [Gil/Rill] Jun 16, 2018 15:35:27 GMT -5
Post by Wolf D. Gil on Jun 16, 2018 15:35:27 GMT -5
It was a late afternoon hour in the Storm Well Cove island in the East Blue. The village, just as usual, was quiet. The winds were kind on the children and adults alike who were staying outside and enjoying the somewhat rare, cool breeze that the island offered them today. The harbor of the village was small yet gave off a feeling of a protective, warm little area. It was wooden and had a few sturdy ropes tied to its various pillars. A small vessel in addition to a number of rowboats anchored on the dock. It seemed to most that these ships belonged here; as if they were a permanent part of the small fishing village. Besides the impressive little harbor the village had to offer, there was not much more to it. The only few significant parts left were the inn, which was an old-looking pub with classic wooden doors, preceded by a set of 3 stairs and a brown-wooden parquet floor. A set of two windows were facing the harbor and right above the wooden doors, a rusty looking sign stood proudly; waving at both the old and new incomers alike. "TODD'S ALLEY!" it uniquely read, and right next to the rusty looking letters, a senior-looking man holding a mug of ale was painted.
Inside, nothing but 10 tables and a relatively small deck could be found. It was a simple place; designed exactly like the exterior part of the inn. A longer set of stairs led to the second floor, which was a larger flat that was filled with various sleeping bags. It was a simple, old-fashioned inn. People didn't stay there for long, and whoever did, must have had a good reason to stick to that place.
Inside, the usual group of people was found. It was the village's leader, an old grumpy fisherman with a permanent scowl painted on his wrinkled face; a pretty bartender, who was most likely, the daughter of the owner, the owner himself, which was a strong looking man with a rather impressive mustache and a group of marines. The marines didn't number more than 5, and none of them wore exceptionally impressive ranks on their shoulders. Four of them were senior soldiers; people with a look on their faces that suggested that the only thing they are aiming to achieve in life is the Marine pension, and no more. The fifth one was noticeably younger; a man who was in his mid-late 30's and sported a blonde, short-lengthed beard along with a pair of blue eyes and a ragged looking frame. He was wearing a strong figure; wide and tall shoulders, thick arms, neck and jaw, and a large nose that was seemingly broken multiple times. Judging by the posture and overall appearance of the other marines, one could easily guess that even though he was noticeably younger, he was the leader of them. Perhaps; a young marine who was stationed in this remote island in a desperate search for a promotion.
However, inside the inn, sat two men who definitely didn't belong in the group of friends. The first one fell slightly shorter than 6'0" and weighed around 200 lbs. He had golden pools for his eyes and a green, pointy hair that sported his head. He sat there, holding a mug of ale in his right hand and held a beaded bracelet he was playing with, in the other. He leaned back in his chair and counted the beans slowly. The second one sported a white hair and was climbed slightly taller than 6'0" and weighed roughly the same as the green-haired boy. These two were partners; a captain and his trusted, loyal Nakama. Meanwhile, the group of people that was probably known to the owners minded their own business. However, when they first arrived at the inn, they couldn't help but to eye them suspiciously. They were fearing them; their faces were uneasy, shoulders tight and clenched and mouthes kept closed and quiet. They were suspecting him much more than anyone should expect in such a small fishing village. Gill pondered about the reason for their suspicion of him for the first hour that he spent inside the inn, during which, he simply ordered a mug of ale that was served to him rather angrily. However, based off of the man's experience with the local residents of the various islands in the East Blue, he was prepared to come upon some angry folks in a deserted fishing village. He was just surprised; that was all there is to it.
He sighed as he kept playing with his beads, quite noticeably bored. It was annoying! He came to this island because he heard it was filled with hard, tough survivors who were dealing with extreme weathers and unimaginable animals! But what he had found was no more than a group of angry looking men and a woman, along with a few kids playing outside. He dragged an impressive chug and emptied his mug, and immediately after doing so, he approached the bartender; who was still looking quite angry when he chose to walk towards her. Interesting. It was definitely interesting. Her look wasn't suggesting that she wanted to reject him; but rather, that she was afraid and angry at him. Almost as if he was her enemy. He kept his face calm and friendly and nodded at her. She didn't reply.
"So, sunshine. What's up?" he asked her and smiled a large smile. He asked it solely to anger her further; seeing as his mere presence was enough to upset her. So he decided to play a little bit and figure out her reasons to dislike him. She gritted her teeth and snapped the empty mug of ale she served to the green-haired man from the deck. "Leave us alone, would you? you have done enough. Your business is not with us. You know where to find *him*" the woman angrily muttered; followed by a concerned response of the other members of the group that were scattered around the first floor of the small inn. The man who was seemingly the owner, Todd, rushed to the bartender and scolded her with an angry scowl. She, in return, bowed her head and took a step or two to the back and turned around. The owner sighed. He then crossed his arms and cupped his face with one palm. The green haired man raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not here for anyone. I'm here to kick some animal ass and meet some of the cool, tough survivors who live in the forests, ha-ha!" he happily added. It was true. Gil wasn't a violent man, nor did he come here for anyone. He was honest about his motives; these are exactly the goals he had in mind when he first ventured towards this island. He wasn't a bad guy! Just a guy who wanted some action against the fierce animals. Well, for him, it was training time! But still, he couldn't help but wonder about the woman's response and the overall vibe that was surrounding the room. It was a vibe that shouted 'HELP'. At least, in his eyes. He was nothing more than a simple man with a big dream; however, he liked to help others. And these guys were definitely looking like they could use some help.
The owner sighed in relief and leaned forward on the porch, pouring himself a shot of rum after he did. He chugged it immediately and sighed once again, seemingly unaffected by the taste of the drink. He leaned forward again and rested his hands on the porch; holding and scratching his head with the use of them, massaging his scalp.
Now Gil has to figure what it's all about.
Total WC: 1,250
Tag: Luna D. Rill