Time for a New Adventure (Out of the fog near the woods - Open)
A man appears in the distance, walking with the aid of a cane. In the distance, perhaps just a little, you can hear the traces of a stirring theme. He advances, looking around. No, advances is not the correct word - the obviously old man strides. And he is also, just as obviously, soaking wet.
And he is also, on a decidedly related note, cursing rather vibrantly.
"Berthold! Adolphus! Gustavus! Albrecht! By thunder, where did you fools get to? Not like we haven't gotten a bit wet before! Blasted typhoon. I do apologize for that, lads. My fault entirely - but had Poseidon not been angry with us, the Doge of Venice and his fleet would have caught up to us, wouldn't..they...?"
He turns around twice, thumping his cane on the ground.
"Damn and blast. I must have been blown further astray than I thought."
And he is also, on a decidedly related note, cursing rather vibrantly.
"Berthold! Adolphus! Gustavus! Albrecht! By thunder, where did you fools get to? Not like we haven't gotten a bit wet before! Blasted typhoon. I do apologize for that, lads. My fault entirely - but had Poseidon not been angry with us, the Doge of Venice and his fleet would have caught up to us, wouldn't..they...?"
He turns around twice, thumping his cane on the ground.
"Damn and blast. I must have been blown further astray than I thought."