Post by Wonsanji on Sept 21, 2010 19:43:33 GMT -5
Written by our Lovely Vietnam, posted by her Wonderful Brother. <3
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The airship known as the Black Owl was known far and wide for the threat it posed. A massive pirate vessel, armed to the teeth in cannons and other weaponry. Not only that, but she was fast. The ship had earned her reputation well, and he crew flourished in it. No other pirates would stray too near the ship, and most made a quick surrender when her Captain so much as threatened to attack them. It was pretty good for business too.
Those brave enough to deal with the massive Germanic Captain were rewarded with a loyal and powerful ally. The Black Owl and her crew were happy to take on passengers, so long as they could pull their own on the ship, the Captain didn’t tolerate laziness. Of course, it wasn’t as if many people ever wanted to use the airship as a mode of transport, most people were as afraid of it as other pirates, although the crew rarely made trouble for themselves in towns. It was more a matter of reputation.
Aric was already hard at work in his quarters, although the sun had just barely risen. Every now and again the blonde would look up from his writing and his maps to glance at the compass sitting in the right corner of his desk, making sure they were still headed in the right direction. Even though he had no idea where he wanted his crew to be heading now, habit demanded that he check the compass every now and again. They were on the hunt, chasing down rumors of a man that fit the description of one the Captain had once known.
He was now hell-bent on finding this man, just to confirm his theories. Something had happened, something big. That was the only explanation as to how he had wound up back wandering the earth. Germania was a dead nation, one that hadn’t existed in many thousands of years. His sons lived on, true, but he had died long ago. There was a brief period of time when he could remember existing again, watching his sons go to war, but he was no more than a phantom then and he had little memory of what happened next. He could remember having a second childhood somehow, being reborn again as little more than he was before. He recalled growing up twice, but this time he would not grow into an empire.
Thoughts of how he had come back, and why he was able to exist without his nation plagued him. He wanted to know more, wanted to find out just why he was here. He was meant to do something, but what? There was no clear answer. He needed to find his sons, but more importantly he needed to confirm one of his biggest theories.
Rome. If Rome had come back too, and if he was having the same strange sense of things, it would only confirm that they were meant to do something important. He could perhaps excuse a fluke in the system in his case, but it was improbable…no impossible for it to have happened twice. And what of the woman of Greece, the tribesmen, what if they too had come back. What would it all mean?
He sighed, looking at his maps and notes in frustration. None of his notes added up, and the maps were of no use. He’d lazily circled areas where he’d hear people saying they’d seen a man who resembled Rome. At this rate they would be searching for months or even years, and they could never find the Roman. What was the point in all of this anyways?
He stood, closing up the compass and tucking it into a jacket pocket. He would have to address the crew, and give them their orders. They were going to go to Italy, to find someone who could help them. All the while they would keep their eyes open for other ships, seeking information from them.
“Eventually we’ll find him…we’ll find my sons too…” He mused out loud to himself. It was a useless thought at the moment though, as neither his sons nor Rome had shown signs of being found so easily.
“I’ll make sense of this in time…”
With that the man who had once been Germania, but was now simply Aric, slid open his door and strode out into the main “hall” of the ship. With a loud shout he called out to his crew, summoning them to him. It was about time he explained himself to them.
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The airship known as the Black Owl was known far and wide for the threat it posed. A massive pirate vessel, armed to the teeth in cannons and other weaponry. Not only that, but she was fast. The ship had earned her reputation well, and he crew flourished in it. No other pirates would stray too near the ship, and most made a quick surrender when her Captain so much as threatened to attack them. It was pretty good for business too.
Those brave enough to deal with the massive Germanic Captain were rewarded with a loyal and powerful ally. The Black Owl and her crew were happy to take on passengers, so long as they could pull their own on the ship, the Captain didn’t tolerate laziness. Of course, it wasn’t as if many people ever wanted to use the airship as a mode of transport, most people were as afraid of it as other pirates, although the crew rarely made trouble for themselves in towns. It was more a matter of reputation.
Aric was already hard at work in his quarters, although the sun had just barely risen. Every now and again the blonde would look up from his writing and his maps to glance at the compass sitting in the right corner of his desk, making sure they were still headed in the right direction. Even though he had no idea where he wanted his crew to be heading now, habit demanded that he check the compass every now and again. They were on the hunt, chasing down rumors of a man that fit the description of one the Captain had once known.
He was now hell-bent on finding this man, just to confirm his theories. Something had happened, something big. That was the only explanation as to how he had wound up back wandering the earth. Germania was a dead nation, one that hadn’t existed in many thousands of years. His sons lived on, true, but he had died long ago. There was a brief period of time when he could remember existing again, watching his sons go to war, but he was no more than a phantom then and he had little memory of what happened next. He could remember having a second childhood somehow, being reborn again as little more than he was before. He recalled growing up twice, but this time he would not grow into an empire.
Thoughts of how he had come back, and why he was able to exist without his nation plagued him. He wanted to know more, wanted to find out just why he was here. He was meant to do something, but what? There was no clear answer. He needed to find his sons, but more importantly he needed to confirm one of his biggest theories.
Rome. If Rome had come back too, and if he was having the same strange sense of things, it would only confirm that they were meant to do something important. He could perhaps excuse a fluke in the system in his case, but it was improbable…no impossible for it to have happened twice. And what of the woman of Greece, the tribesmen, what if they too had come back. What would it all mean?
He sighed, looking at his maps and notes in frustration. None of his notes added up, and the maps were of no use. He’d lazily circled areas where he’d hear people saying they’d seen a man who resembled Rome. At this rate they would be searching for months or even years, and they could never find the Roman. What was the point in all of this anyways?
He stood, closing up the compass and tucking it into a jacket pocket. He would have to address the crew, and give them their orders. They were going to go to Italy, to find someone who could help them. All the while they would keep their eyes open for other ships, seeking information from them.
“Eventually we’ll find him…we’ll find my sons too…” He mused out loud to himself. It was a useless thought at the moment though, as neither his sons nor Rome had shown signs of being found so easily.
“I’ll make sense of this in time…”
With that the man who had once been Germania, but was now simply Aric, slid open his door and strode out into the main “hall” of the ship. With a loud shout he called out to his crew, summoning them to him. It was about time he explained himself to them.
