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Post by concept on Oct 18, 2009 13:47:23 GMT -5
Sea voyages from the ports in other regions were tiresome things they were, hauling all manner of goods and occasionally people aboard their vessels and shipping them off to whatever destination that particular watercraft was headed. This venture was very much like all the others the Captain had overseen, the sea was relatively tame during this season so there weren't any volatile weather conditions for them to be anxious about. It was a fine day to roll across the waves that jostled the boat from either side but made no indication of growing violent and overturning them.
They had actually made good time all things considered, having loaded their vessel with goods to supply to the facilities of this new island and making a stop along the way to pick up passengers eager to try their luck on foreign soil, things were running quite smoothly. “Captain!” Hollered the vessels expert handler who drew his eyes from the list of clients they were hauling items, medicine and other miscellaneous products to, and gave the man who clambered up the steps into his chamber with concern. “What's wrong Matthew?” His gruff voice was worn with age but strong with experience, it was what made him one of the best ferryman, highly respected and reliable to all looking to cross the oceans dividing the lands. The man, in his late thirties, had developed a thin layer of sweat along his lumberjack eyebrows, muscles budging through his shirt and exposing a bodybuilders physique. “Sparge sir, there's a boy playing around on the deck!” It must've sounded absurd to the speaker because the Captain's worry drained to mild irritation at the distraction. “Then go mind the child, it's not so hard.” Sparge scowled with a wave of his hand and returned his eyes to the list in his hands but Matthew persisted. “But Captain, we can't reach him! He's climbed the mast!” Ah, so that was why...
Straightening immediately Sparge marched down the steps after his first mate and squinted his eyes as the sun's glare stole his sight for a few seconds. “Up there sir!” The man insisted. “I know where the mast to my own ship is you twit!” Sparge grunted as he followed the tall white column of his vessel upward where it tried in vain to touch the clouds drifting overhead. Sure enough there was a boy clutching the pole with both hands but leaning away from it so that he could better sea the fast approaching land mass. His blonde hair tussled by the wind was drawn from his face and his pale eyes were alight with vivacity and excitement. Sparge almost wanted to coddle the boy for his enthusiasm, but a ship was a ship and no place for the little juvenile to be climbing all over the place like some Aipom. “Oi! Son you better get down from there before ya fall and crack your skull wide.” he called up to the teenager who for a moment seemed oblivious to the fact he was being spoken to, wholly absorbed on what sat in the distance.
Finally the kid turned his eyes on the crew and passengers all watching with held breaths as they awaited the boys actions. It was a comical thing really, the teenager drew one hand away from the mast and pulled his hand to his forehead in a salute, face stretched in a merry grin. “Ahoy Captain! Nice sailing weather am I right?” he called back to him as though he weren't some fifteen odd feet from the deck, or twenty feet from the churning waters. Sparge had the mind to smile though knowing good and well he had to coax the boy down before they had an accident on his vessel. “Boy you get your butt down here this instant! Bloody now!” he roared and the kid had the grace to look irritated. As though he, the Captain, was inconveniencing him rather the other way around. “Alright, alright I'm coming!” the fair-haired teen conceded as he shifted his weight and looked ready to take a dive.
He was still smiling as he locked his arms around the column and kicked off the pillar to slide down toward the deck as though he were a trained fireman. When his sneakers finally touched the crafts much sturdier bottom he splayed his arms wide and laughed. “Ta-Da!” Seconds later Matthew was beside him with his fist quivering and the rambunctious teen crouching as he rubbed his head where he'd been struck. “Ya fool what if you fell!” He ranted, beet-red with fury. “Ah, but I didn't fall now did I?” came the sharp retort and the conversation brought out a bellowing laugh from the Captain who could fully understand a boys enthusiasm – he'd been one once himself if memory served him right. “Let him be Matt he didn't mean no harm and he's got a some seaman in'em. He ain't no fool.” he praised as he turned around and headed back to his post while Matthew shook his head in disapproval.
Whatever the case the blonde contented himself with leaning (a little too far out) over the railing as he saw the island drift closer and closer still. Finally! He was away from his hometown, away from his folks and about to embark on a journey that was sure to be something magical. He'd read about the Lanorae and had plotted his course here – without the consent of his folks who were probably beside themselves with worry for their ailing son. Ah, that's right, he was going blind wasn't he? One of these days he was going to wake up and the clear picture of the world would only be in his memories of what he'd seen, which was exactly why he'd runaway from home to do this. He didn't want to regret when he became disabled, he didn't want to endure that bottomless remorse for things left undone and unfulfilled. He wanted to make sure he had enough experiences in the time he was given to be happy for the rest of his life.
The hull of the craft was pulling up to the harbor, the docks drawing perilously close as the ship prepared to weigh anchor and allow the passengers and precious cargo off. Not that he was going to wait for them to collect themselves. “Alright, catch you later everyone! Nel Out!” he beamed before throwing his weight to his right and hefting his lower body over the railing to the dismay of many on board. The reckless action pitched him over the side and instinctively Nel, or properly Cornello, brought his arms in and straightened his legs for the landing. His bones rattled with the force of the impact made between his feet and the concrete and distantly he identified the passengers clapping and rooting for his daredevil stunt. Matthew was spitting curses and judging by the way he was shaking his fists Cornello had to believe he would hit him again if he gave them a chance. “Laters!” he howled before sprinting toward the most distinct structure off the pier.
The lab, here he be able to receive a pokemon, something his parents had been strongly against. But now that didn't matter as he ambled up to the doors that slid open as his feet touched the mat and chimed in welcome. “Hello there~!” he chirped all but bouncing into the lobby and looking around for the pokemon he's get to choose from. “Hey, hey can I talk to someone now? I'd like to get a Pokemon!”
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{Music} "In the Sky" ~ Grandia 3 Theme
{Muse} Excellent
{Notes} I can't wait to see how this turns out.
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