Raja Goji
He had been awake since sunrise, standing at the rudder and twirling it to the left or right. A compass hung from around his slender neck, hanging gently against his tanned chest, slender and exposed lightly save for the lightly torn red shirt beneath. An elegant gold-trimmed jacket was wrapped around his upper body, buttoned a few and all the way up to the middle. There was a single scar upon his chest, vertical right between his collarbones. Perhaps Raja Goji was not a well-known pirate upon the seas, though that was simply because he preferred to keep stealthy and attack at the darkness of night. When everyone was asleep, when stores were locked tightly, when storeowners thought their little products were kept so tightly in those windows, hidden from the world...
The blonde-haired male stood at the rudder quietly while the sun shone over the horizon, the splashing of crystalline blue water smashing up against the bow of the ship. Dark blue eyes peeked quietly towards the horizon from beneath a large hat with a single feather at the top that stuck out quite noticeably, blowing gently in the wind. All his crew members were still resting, and that was good. He figured they needed their rest at least until they got back to their hideout. Wouldn't be too bad, they had just stolen quite a generous amount of gold from a large seaside city. His right arm was bandaged from the wrist-up, yet it had always been like that. The gentle white fabric had been seen blowing in the wind while he steered the ship, eyes fixated so attentively upon the horizon, like he was expecting something to show up...
Twenty minutes later, they had already begun battle, it seemed. Raja's fingers were curled about the handle of his well-worn pistol at his side, holding it tightly and firing off quite a few crew members that managed to leap onto the ship. Cannonballs flew, smoke poured from the holes in the side of the ship that housed said cannons, it was a tough one. Raja leapt upwards, catching onto the rope of the mast. He swung quite quickly over towards the opposing ship, landing gracefully upon the side of it. For such a sea-worn pirate, Raja's body was disproportionate to the job. His slender, graceful figure leapt about, slicing at various members with the rapier at his side.
And he was silent the entire time, hat tilted down over crystalline eyes, a smirk upon his lips.
The blonde-haired male stood at the rudder quietly while the sun shone over the horizon, the splashing of crystalline blue water smashing up against the bow of the ship. Dark blue eyes peeked quietly towards the horizon from beneath a large hat with a single feather at the top that stuck out quite noticeably, blowing gently in the wind. All his crew members were still resting, and that was good. He figured they needed their rest at least until they got back to their hideout. Wouldn't be too bad, they had just stolen quite a generous amount of gold from a large seaside city. His right arm was bandaged from the wrist-up, yet it had always been like that. The gentle white fabric had been seen blowing in the wind while he steered the ship, eyes fixated so attentively upon the horizon, like he was expecting something to show up...
Twenty minutes later, they had already begun battle, it seemed. Raja's fingers were curled about the handle of his well-worn pistol at his side, holding it tightly and firing off quite a few crew members that managed to leap onto the ship. Cannonballs flew, smoke poured from the holes in the side of the ship that housed said cannons, it was a tough one. Raja leapt upwards, catching onto the rope of the mast. He swung quite quickly over towards the opposing ship, landing gracefully upon the side of it. For such a sea-worn pirate, Raja's body was disproportionate to the job. His slender, graceful figure leapt about, slicing at various members with the rapier at his side.
And he was silent the entire time, hat tilted down over crystalline eyes, a smirk upon his lips.