[CLOSED LOG] - Aftermath
Character(s): Kisame (Blue), Gaara (Red), Sai (Purple), Hidan (Deep Pink), Itachi (Green)
Date: Early Autumn
Setting: Kisame heading to where ever, the rest traveling back to Trinidad.
Summary: Short intake on each involved regarding the events. (sort of like a journal entry)
Warning(s): R
-Gaara-
Captain's log; Gaara Sabaku
It has been nearly a day since the recent events asked of me by the pirate lord Kisame for his escape, the smell of gun powder and sound of cannon fire mixed with the chaotic screams of panic still fill my head with excitement. By far the most exhilarating raid I had ever experienced, especially since my run in with him. A man whom I will soon not to forget as even now when I lay in my cabin with the slight chill of a fever touching my forehead from the wound he had marked me with, one that will forever be scarred in my flesh from our brief encounter.
Itachi, a man of honor and respect throughout the royal navy in the Caribbean seas, met the devil himself staring his maker in the face before his death. I could not grant him my wish I had for him, fate would have none of that; as we are meant to meet and settle it once again in another time and place. Although my thirst for his blood is even stronger that it was before, now I know of what he looks and he does me. I delight in the next time we cross paths it will mean the end of one or the other. We shall see who ends out on top.
I should really thank Sai for the orders he was given and following by me, making sure I had followed them as well. If it wasn't for him I probably would not be here fighting away the pain in my stomach as the doctor patches me back up with a needle and thread. I might invest in something to keep his simple mind occupied, they say he is a fan of art perhaps some books from my private library, or a quill and parchment to doodle around with. I don't think I will ever bring myself to verbally thank that intolerant buffoon Kisame left behind, so I hope this would speak for me.
Hidan is still aboard one of my vessels, I am unknowing of where or what he has been doing since we returned to the ship for our journey back to Trinidad. I do only hope he had gotten what he found what he was looking for, the blood spill was plentiful on our path back towards the life boats, no doubt had something to do with him. The only words I would have for him would be to commend him on his heartless lust for the crimson rain of his desires , if I hadn't have been so distraught and weak from the battle before I would have taken the time to admire the art of your killing.
As I have stated before, Kisame was one of two Pirate lords I have met in my life, I have never seen a man of his size before like he was some different bread of human towering in the presents of an ant that was me. I had not shown the slightest tickle of fear hen I first saw him even though I might have felt a little, something not one should do when facing a great man as himself, I would rather not be dubbed a cowered again. My pay was why I agreed, nothing more. My only thought was the gold passed to me as a payment for a job well done, and considering we have left nothing but chaos and destruction in my wake, it would seem his get-away went off the way he needed. He is safe for now, and he should know that if he should ever to return to the Caribbean, Trinidad port will always be open to his kind. I'm sure he will enjoy the rum, I'm sure it will be useful in his travels. I hope he is sure to offer at least a bottle to the others of his meeting, the frosted symbol on the glass will help spread my name through our world.
I must rest, this fever is getting stronger. Curse open wounds, I have forgotten what it felt like.
-Kisame-
The spray that smells of marinas and tastes of salt is something I've come to love more than I do my ship. I'm in love with the giant ocean and I couldn't be more thrilled to sailing through Her birth, even if there will have to be another stop made within a months time for food stock. The ocean is something that will never die, or leave or wander astray. It will wrap the undiscovered world in her arms until I can explore it.
I've been meaning to write to Gaara to thank him for his troubles, but considering the cost and trouble it would take to find a courier service willing to deliver a simply note to a man I can't assure is still alive... I think I'll hold off on that. He's told me I'm always welcome in Trinidad, a place with wide beaches and hot suns, and I think I'll explore there if I'm ever in part of the world.
I'm still curious of Sai's placement. That boy was one I've grown to like despite the trouble it took to sait him from restlessness. There was also another man who was with them, on accident I could only hope- Hidan. It was that man Hidan. The strange one who tried to out with me while grabbing my(former) slave and dragged him round with a sickening grin.
I would have to thank him as well as Gaara if I were to ever get around to write. I'm not in the mood to thank sadists when he probably killed the girl I promised to save. My voice was taken from me just as soon as I got it. Ung.
I'm hoping I can make it a good distance before having to stop again. It would be a shame if I'd only be a country or two away when the lieutennant is free to follow. But that being said it would be a shame if the lieutennant was killed in the attack. I have something unsettled with him; if he would seperate from his men I could fight him properly, because I want to be the one to cut him down. He say's I'm dishonorable for fleeing in such a way but I am a pirate.
-Hidan-
Every look, every stare, every muttered phrase of a curse...
I want to kill them all.
Unfortunately, I am not obliged (or wanted) to do such a thing on the young master's ship. Although it would be interesting to go against the boy (he's not as old as I thought in the presence of a cabin light), but at the moment he's sustaining injuries. I would not receive the full benefits of such a fight. If it was possible, however, I wonder if he would be able to give me what many others cannot.
Death. Sounds simple, but many find the act of shoving a sword through their neck to be excruciatingly hard indeed. Whereas for myself, even if it goes through, I recover from it.
Somehow.
It gets boring.
But then again, whatever else has held me back in what I want or need? The wrath of the Devil, the tantrums of the Ocean...all futile and hopeless against his will, which will be my will. Every day and night, it gets harder, but I am only held back by this piece of parchment. Oh, how my victims will laugh at the mere sight of Hidan being held back by a woman's face, but oh, how they will cry at how much this lady succeeds them all. Both in the reward money and her eyes.
The rumors about this woman are fresh and I intend to follow them fully to every point and detail. They are nearby (she is with another man, apparently) and sooner or later, Jashin will collect a unique jewel to his endless collection of souls. I guarantee it. Her eyes has already told me so.
Pity there will be no farewells, though the only one given was to the slave-boy who then asked me if it was the norm for men to jump ship for a leak.
The future for him will be bleak, I'm afraid. ("Coconut", really.) Temptation was strong, to offer him a safe passage to enlightenment, but he has not been chosen.
"Temari Sabaku" has.
-Sai-
It has been a long time since I have been on the open sea, I can't even remember the last time that I was since I was in the lower decks with few of the others when they brought us over... maybe I haven't really seen the sea except for looking over at the docks. When we first left I was feeling really ill and I didn't even drink rum this time, honest I didn't, I won't touch that stuff again. Still I was hanging my head over the side of the ship and throwing up badly, then I looked up again and the wavy...moving...nothing stays... still... I feel sick again.
Gaara has been a little grumpy since I brought him back, I don't know why since the plan went exactly the way it was supposed to go but something is getting to him. I was told to leave him alone and that I was only needed when I was called upon so I am doing that in the mean time. They say that were we are going is nothing but endless sand and very hot, I like the blues of the ocean rather than the yells of the beaches except there are many trees around so the green will liven the place up. Apparently Gaara runs the place as well and this is going to be my new residence for the time, I just hope that I can get some supplies. Kisame never gave me any and it has been so long since I have had the chance to draw but for now staring at the splendid colours of the ocean and sky is going to take the place of that, as long as I don't get sick again.
The freaky man is still lingering about, I wonder why he is still here. I tried to ask him what a coconut was but he told me to go away. I think I will avoid him like Gaara for the moment until he is happier.
Also one of the men on the ship said that he was looking forward to getting some punany and then he asked me if I liked punany. I told him that I have never had it before and he said that he would get me some! I hope it tastes good.
-Itachi-
I don't know how long I have been asleep for or even where I am, a hospital I can assume from the single file rows of beds, being placed in somewhat public quarters. Am I still at Port Royal or have I been relocated to the Navy's personal hospital?... My head is swimming with the questions that I can not answer yet and no one has come in to inform me of otherwise. There is one thing that I know is true and that is the status of others under the Commander's lead, have not been so fortunate in the ambush to capture the felons with many writhing in pain close to their death along side of me while the other's have been placed in body bags. The loss suffered was great and soon once I have recovered enough to get to my feet and move freely instead of being confined to this bed, I will have the task of informing the families of those who lost their loved ones. They will cry, they will curse, they will blame me personally as the messenger for the loss that they have suffered but it is not my concern, maybe I might say there was honour for the purpose they served but really it is just weak skills that lead to their death. The status of the Commander is unknown for the time being, not that anyone is talking but there is a fair chance that he is lying dead in a ditch somewhere, that is a shame.
Something still plagues me about this entire mission that we were sent out to, somewhat of a suicide run as if they were trying to weed out the ones of the Navy that aren't so easily persuaded. The EITC shouldn't have been at Port Royal for all places to visit, that is somewhere they dare not to tread. I have my suspicions about them, they are certainly a power to keep an eye one.
Another to keep an eye on was that young man... Gaara was his name... names are not important anyway, just the same as that Pirate Lord, their names are worthless only to be categorised into the same group of filth that should be eradicated from this world. No matter whatever they feel to me to dull the pain, it can not erase the feeling underneath from the blade that slided the skin, would that feeling ever be washed away or had is left a permanent burn on my psyche as a remind of why they should not exist. Those malicious thoughts are rising to the surface again, the longing to have them locked away slowly dwindling only wanted to see their blood sprayed across my boots, the vacant glares up at my eyes so they know exactly who sent them to their maker. Maybe it is the correct attitude to have in the Navy with most of them not seeing why we incarcerate them but I am nothing like them, I am something more superior but to spill their blood... it's sounding magnificent.
But for now I feel so helpless confined here, I want to get out of this hell already.
Date: Early Autumn
Setting: Kisame heading to where ever, the rest traveling back to Trinidad.
Summary: Short intake on each involved regarding the events. (sort of like a journal entry)
Warning(s): R
-Gaara-
Captain's log; Gaara Sabaku
It has been nearly a day since the recent events asked of me by the pirate lord Kisame for his escape, the smell of gun powder and sound of cannon fire mixed with the chaotic screams of panic still fill my head with excitement. By far the most exhilarating raid I had ever experienced, especially since my run in with him. A man whom I will soon not to forget as even now when I lay in my cabin with the slight chill of a fever touching my forehead from the wound he had marked me with, one that will forever be scarred in my flesh from our brief encounter.
Itachi, a man of honor and respect throughout the royal navy in the Caribbean seas, met the devil himself staring his maker in the face before his death. I could not grant him my wish I had for him, fate would have none of that; as we are meant to meet and settle it once again in another time and place. Although my thirst for his blood is even stronger that it was before, now I know of what he looks and he does me. I delight in the next time we cross paths it will mean the end of one or the other. We shall see who ends out on top.
I should really thank Sai for the orders he was given and following by me, making sure I had followed them as well. If it wasn't for him I probably would not be here fighting away the pain in my stomach as the doctor patches me back up with a needle and thread. I might invest in something to keep his simple mind occupied, they say he is a fan of art perhaps some books from my private library, or a quill and parchment to doodle around with. I don't think I will ever bring myself to verbally thank that intolerant buffoon Kisame left behind, so I hope this would speak for me.
Hidan is still aboard one of my vessels, I am unknowing of where or what he has been doing since we returned to the ship for our journey back to Trinidad. I do only hope he had gotten what he found what he was looking for, the blood spill was plentiful on our path back towards the life boats, no doubt had something to do with him. The only words I would have for him would be to commend him on his heartless lust for the crimson rain of his desires , if I hadn't have been so distraught and weak from the battle before I would have taken the time to admire the art of your killing.
As I have stated before, Kisame was one of two Pirate lords I have met in my life, I have never seen a man of his size before like he was some different bread of human towering in the presents of an ant that was me. I had not shown the slightest tickle of fear hen I first saw him even though I might have felt a little, something not one should do when facing a great man as himself, I would rather not be dubbed a cowered again. My pay was why I agreed, nothing more. My only thought was the gold passed to me as a payment for a job well done, and considering we have left nothing but chaos and destruction in my wake, it would seem his get-away went off the way he needed. He is safe for now, and he should know that if he should ever to return to the Caribbean, Trinidad port will always be open to his kind. I'm sure he will enjoy the rum, I'm sure it will be useful in his travels. I hope he is sure to offer at least a bottle to the others of his meeting, the frosted symbol on the glass will help spread my name through our world.
I must rest, this fever is getting stronger. Curse open wounds, I have forgotten what it felt like.
-Kisame-
The spray that smells of marinas and tastes of salt is something I've come to love more than I do my ship. I'm in love with the giant ocean and I couldn't be more thrilled to sailing through Her birth, even if there will have to be another stop made within a months time for food stock. The ocean is something that will never die, or leave or wander astray. It will wrap the undiscovered world in her arms until I can explore it.
I've been meaning to write to Gaara to thank him for his troubles, but considering the cost and trouble it would take to find a courier service willing to deliver a simply note to a man I can't assure is still alive... I think I'll hold off on that. He's told me I'm always welcome in Trinidad, a place with wide beaches and hot suns, and I think I'll explore there if I'm ever in part of the world.
I'm still curious of Sai's placement. That boy was one I've grown to like despite the trouble it took to sait him from restlessness. There was also another man who was with them, on accident I could only hope- Hidan. It was that man Hidan. The strange one who tried to out with me while grabbing my(former) slave and dragged him round with a sickening grin.
I would have to thank him as well as Gaara if I were to ever get around to write. I'm not in the mood to thank sadists when he probably killed the girl I promised to save. My voice was taken from me just as soon as I got it. Ung.
I'm hoping I can make it a good distance before having to stop again. It would be a shame if I'd only be a country or two away when the lieutennant is free to follow. But that being said it would be a shame if the lieutennant was killed in the attack. I have something unsettled with him; if he would seperate from his men I could fight him properly, because I want to be the one to cut him down. He say's I'm dishonorable for fleeing in such a way but I am a pirate.
-Hidan-
Every look, every stare, every muttered phrase of a curse...
I want to kill them all.
Unfortunately, I am not obliged (or wanted) to do such a thing on the young master's ship. Although it would be interesting to go against the boy (he's not as old as I thought in the presence of a cabin light), but at the moment he's sustaining injuries. I would not receive the full benefits of such a fight. If it was possible, however, I wonder if he would be able to give me what many others cannot.
Death. Sounds simple, but many find the act of shoving a sword through their neck to be excruciatingly hard indeed. Whereas for myself, even if it goes through, I recover from it.
Somehow.
It gets boring.
But then again, whatever else has held me back in what I want or need? The wrath of the Devil, the tantrums of the Ocean...all futile and hopeless against his will, which will be my will. Every day and night, it gets harder, but I am only held back by this piece of parchment. Oh, how my victims will laugh at the mere sight of Hidan being held back by a woman's face, but oh, how they will cry at how much this lady succeeds them all. Both in the reward money and her eyes.
The rumors about this woman are fresh and I intend to follow them fully to every point and detail. They are nearby (she is with another man, apparently) and sooner or later, Jashin will collect a unique jewel to his endless collection of souls. I guarantee it. Her eyes has already told me so.
Pity there will be no farewells, though the only one given was to the slave-boy who then asked me if it was the norm for men to jump ship for a leak.
The future for him will be bleak, I'm afraid. ("Coconut", really.) Temptation was strong, to offer him a safe passage to enlightenment, but he has not been chosen.
"Temari Sabaku" has.
-Sai-
It has been a long time since I have been on the open sea, I can't even remember the last time that I was since I was in the lower decks with few of the others when they brought us over... maybe I haven't really seen the sea except for looking over at the docks. When we first left I was feeling really ill and I didn't even drink rum this time, honest I didn't, I won't touch that stuff again. Still I was hanging my head over the side of the ship and throwing up badly, then I looked up again and the wavy...moving...nothing stays... still... I feel sick again.
Gaara has been a little grumpy since I brought him back, I don't know why since the plan went exactly the way it was supposed to go but something is getting to him. I was told to leave him alone and that I was only needed when I was called upon so I am doing that in the mean time. They say that were we are going is nothing but endless sand and very hot, I like the blues of the ocean rather than the yells of the beaches except there are many trees around so the green will liven the place up. Apparently Gaara runs the place as well and this is going to be my new residence for the time, I just hope that I can get some supplies. Kisame never gave me any and it has been so long since I have had the chance to draw but for now staring at the splendid colours of the ocean and sky is going to take the place of that, as long as I don't get sick again.
The freaky man is still lingering about, I wonder why he is still here. I tried to ask him what a coconut was but he told me to go away. I think I will avoid him like Gaara for the moment until he is happier.
Also one of the men on the ship said that he was looking forward to getting some punany and then he asked me if I liked punany. I told him that I have never had it before and he said that he would get me some! I hope it tastes good.
-Itachi-
I don't know how long I have been asleep for or even where I am, a hospital I can assume from the single file rows of beds, being placed in somewhat public quarters. Am I still at Port Royal or have I been relocated to the Navy's personal hospital?... My head is swimming with the questions that I can not answer yet and no one has come in to inform me of otherwise. There is one thing that I know is true and that is the status of others under the Commander's lead, have not been so fortunate in the ambush to capture the felons with many writhing in pain close to their death along side of me while the other's have been placed in body bags. The loss suffered was great and soon once I have recovered enough to get to my feet and move freely instead of being confined to this bed, I will have the task of informing the families of those who lost their loved ones. They will cry, they will curse, they will blame me personally as the messenger for the loss that they have suffered but it is not my concern, maybe I might say there was honour for the purpose they served but really it is just weak skills that lead to their death. The status of the Commander is unknown for the time being, not that anyone is talking but there is a fair chance that he is lying dead in a ditch somewhere, that is a shame.
Something still plagues me about this entire mission that we were sent out to, somewhat of a suicide run as if they were trying to weed out the ones of the Navy that aren't so easily persuaded. The EITC shouldn't have been at Port Royal for all places to visit, that is somewhere they dare not to tread. I have my suspicions about them, they are certainly a power to keep an eye one.
Another to keep an eye on was that young man... Gaara was his name... names are not important anyway, just the same as that Pirate Lord, their names are worthless only to be categorised into the same group of filth that should be eradicated from this world. No matter whatever they feel to me to dull the pain, it can not erase the feeling underneath from the blade that slided the skin, would that feeling ever be washed away or had is left a permanent burn on my psyche as a remind of why they should not exist. Those malicious thoughts are rising to the surface again, the longing to have them locked away slowly dwindling only wanted to see their blood sprayed across my boots, the vacant glares up at my eyes so they know exactly who sent them to their maker. Maybe it is the correct attitude to have in the Navy with most of them not seeing why we incarcerate them but I am nothing like them, I am something more superior but to spill their blood... it's sounding magnificent.
But for now I feel so helpless confined here, I want to get out of this hell already.