Pirates of the Albionean
WHO: Zhi and Arthur and the rest of the crew (OPEN! FEEL FREE TO POP IN, GUYS)
WHEN: Wednesday, 22nd June, in the late afternoon
WHERE: In the skies above Albion, aboard the Alexandrina
WHAT: We're about to be in your ship, raiding your dudes.
One could hardly imagine anyone would despise floating in the sky onboard a flying ship, with nothing but the glow of the setting sun around them and clouds so close you could almost reach a hand out and touch them as they passed by. But here, leaning on the sides with a certain disregard for safety was an unhappy Zhi, uncaring of the wind whipping his face and blowing in his hair, looking over the beautiful sights below with a scowl on his face.
Oh, and he was very, very unhappy.
An abandoned mop lay at his feet where he had ditched his deck-swabbing duties long ago (as usual) in favour of glaring at the sky. Somewhere beneath it was the city he had left behind when he'd been forcibly dragged aboard by the vengeful captain of the ship; somewhere in that city was everyone he had ever known- his fellow thieves, his mentor, his friends, his brother. It had been weeks, months, a year, maybe even several- he'd lost all track of time since then- but he'd never stopped regretting trying to steal that one pocketwatch. Sure, he'd seen many sights, experienced things he though he never would, and the life of a pirate wasn't all that dull, but when you were forbidden from doing anything more dangerous than propeller maintenance, to him it sure as hell was.
Zhi gave a long sigh, burying his face in folded arms atop the edge of the boat, and he was too busy wallowing in his angst and remorse to notice the approach of the person responsible for them.
WHEN: Wednesday, 22nd June, in the late afternoon
WHERE: In the skies above Albion, aboard the Alexandrina
WHAT: We're about to be in your ship, raiding your dudes.
One could hardly imagine anyone would despise floating in the sky onboard a flying ship, with nothing but the glow of the setting sun around them and clouds so close you could almost reach a hand out and touch them as they passed by. But here, leaning on the sides with a certain disregard for safety was an unhappy Zhi, uncaring of the wind whipping his face and blowing in his hair, looking over the beautiful sights below with a scowl on his face.
Oh, and he was very, very unhappy.
An abandoned mop lay at his feet where he had ditched his deck-swabbing duties long ago (as usual) in favour of glaring at the sky. Somewhere beneath it was the city he had left behind when he'd been forcibly dragged aboard by the vengeful captain of the ship; somewhere in that city was everyone he had ever known- his fellow thieves, his mentor, his friends, his brother. It had been weeks, months, a year, maybe even several- he'd lost all track of time since then- but he'd never stopped regretting trying to steal that one pocketwatch. Sure, he'd seen many sights, experienced things he though he never would, and the life of a pirate wasn't all that dull, but when you were forbidden from doing anything more dangerous than propeller maintenance, to him it sure as hell was.
Zhi gave a long sigh, burying his face in folded arms atop the edge of the boat, and he was too busy wallowing in his angst and remorse to notice the approach of the person responsible for them.