Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free! [OPEN]
WHO: The Nimirum Crew, and whoever sees their grand entrance!
WHAT: Their grand entrance!
WHERE: The center of the marketplace.
WHEN: Midday.
It was a normal day in Rivelata. As normal as days in Rivelata generally were, humid and damp. The whirring of insects and chirping of birds deep in the jungle, waves of heat reflecting off the burning cobblestone, the citizens--native and those who had only been here for a few months now--bustling about the streets, and of course reconstruction of the buildings that had suffered great damage as a result of the bombings not too long ago.
And then it came.
At first, not many noticed it--it was too far up in the sky for anyone to take it to heart. But when the great... thing began to hover in, closer to the city, its massive form blocking out the bright, burning sun for those who were caught underneath its shadow, it could not remain ignored. They lifted their heads to the sky and a loud whirring filled the air... And then, not just whirring, but other strange sorts of noises, like clinking, tapping, smoke breathing in and out of large pipes, large stretches of fabric flapping in the wind.
It was a ship. In the sky. A ship in the sky that was beginning to move closer and closer to the city. And the nearer it drew, the more obvious its alarming speed at which it was plummeting to the ground became. The gargantuan device was thrusting itself from the deep blue sky and into the city limits--and below, the citizens panicked: wasn't there a barrier to prevent this?!
Screams erupted from not just the marketplace, but the entire city; from just about any point in Rivelata the entrance of this great structure could be seen, and all of the city would know of it. It seemed it was headed straight for the marketplace, however, and the citizens below struggled to gather their things and move out of the way, take shelter somewhere because who knew what this thing was, or what it might be capable of. Scrambling desperately, carts of food and trinkets pushed between buildings, children scooping up kittens and ducking under awnings, and people otherwise generally trying to vacate the areas which its shadow touched completely.
With a loud, ear-splitting creek of steel that echoed throughout the city, the boat's front end tilted upward slightly, as if it were bracing for impact. And then the massive structure jerked to the side slightly, sending a wave of terrified people on the ground below running in the opposite direction, scrambling like small mice.
It was in this manner that boat slammed itself into the ground. The landing point: the main street of the marketplace! The city shook under its weight, a tremor that spread all the way to the castle and the jungle beyond it, buildings shuddering and some of the less sturdy ones even toppling over and collapsing due to the shaking of the ground below. There was no way anyone in the city could ignore this--it was as if an earthquake had assaulted the island.
Not only did it hit the ground, however, but it slid forward--digging into the street and sending rocks once set into the ground up into the air, the ship tearing up everything in its path, leaving wide trail of dirt and heavy clouds of smoke and dust behind it, where road once had been. It did not stop sliding until it made an unfortunate collision with the fountain in the very centre of the main square, causing the statue of the shadhavar spouting water from its muzzle to topple over and fall to the ground, its body breaking into countless pieces. As a result, the water sent a wide-ranged spray across the ground, coating the side of the ship as well.
And there it settled. The dust rose above the city, and then cleared slowly as the tremors stopped and it seemed the thing had finally rested.
Moments later, with a loud clang, the ship's anchor hit the ground--or rather, a very unfortunate fruit stand which had not been moved in time, crushing it.
"BARFOLOMEW," echoed loudly through the streets, apparently coming from the ship itself. "BAFOLOMEW, COME CLEAN THIS SHIT OFF THE DECK."
The source of the noise? The loudspeaker that sat atop one of the tall poles on the deck, generally used to alert the entire ship of emergencies. But, in this case...
"IS ANYONE DEAD? IF YOU DON'T ANSWER, I'M GOING TO ASSUME YOU'RE ALIVE."
"WHERE ARE WE, ACTUA--"
"--DO YOU HAVE ANY ALE?"
"CAPTAIN, I THINK EVERYONE'S ALIVE--"
"I THOUGHT I SAID I WAS DEAD!"
And the banter continued.
WHAT: Their grand entrance!
WHERE: The center of the marketplace.
WHEN: Midday.
It was a normal day in Rivelata. As normal as days in Rivelata generally were, humid and damp. The whirring of insects and chirping of birds deep in the jungle, waves of heat reflecting off the burning cobblestone, the citizens--native and those who had only been here for a few months now--bustling about the streets, and of course reconstruction of the buildings that had suffered great damage as a result of the bombings not too long ago.
And then it came.
At first, not many noticed it--it was too far up in the sky for anyone to take it to heart. But when the great... thing began to hover in, closer to the city, its massive form blocking out the bright, burning sun for those who were caught underneath its shadow, it could not remain ignored. They lifted their heads to the sky and a loud whirring filled the air... And then, not just whirring, but other strange sorts of noises, like clinking, tapping, smoke breathing in and out of large pipes, large stretches of fabric flapping in the wind.
It was a ship. In the sky. A ship in the sky that was beginning to move closer and closer to the city. And the nearer it drew, the more obvious its alarming speed at which it was plummeting to the ground became. The gargantuan device was thrusting itself from the deep blue sky and into the city limits--and below, the citizens panicked: wasn't there a barrier to prevent this?!
Screams erupted from not just the marketplace, but the entire city; from just about any point in Rivelata the entrance of this great structure could be seen, and all of the city would know of it. It seemed it was headed straight for the marketplace, however, and the citizens below struggled to gather their things and move out of the way, take shelter somewhere because who knew what this thing was, or what it might be capable of. Scrambling desperately, carts of food and trinkets pushed between buildings, children scooping up kittens and ducking under awnings, and people otherwise generally trying to vacate the areas which its shadow touched completely.
With a loud, ear-splitting creek of steel that echoed throughout the city, the boat's front end tilted upward slightly, as if it were bracing for impact. And then the massive structure jerked to the side slightly, sending a wave of terrified people on the ground below running in the opposite direction, scrambling like small mice.
It was in this manner that boat slammed itself into the ground. The landing point: the main street of the marketplace! The city shook under its weight, a tremor that spread all the way to the castle and the jungle beyond it, buildings shuddering and some of the less sturdy ones even toppling over and collapsing due to the shaking of the ground below. There was no way anyone in the city could ignore this--it was as if an earthquake had assaulted the island.
Not only did it hit the ground, however, but it slid forward--digging into the street and sending rocks once set into the ground up into the air, the ship tearing up everything in its path, leaving wide trail of dirt and heavy clouds of smoke and dust behind it, where road once had been. It did not stop sliding until it made an unfortunate collision with the fountain in the very centre of the main square, causing the statue of the shadhavar spouting water from its muzzle to topple over and fall to the ground, its body breaking into countless pieces. As a result, the water sent a wide-ranged spray across the ground, coating the side of the ship as well.
And there it settled. The dust rose above the city, and then cleared slowly as the tremors stopped and it seemed the thing had finally rested.
Moments later, with a loud clang, the ship's anchor hit the ground--or rather, a very unfortunate fruit stand which had not been moved in time, crushing it.
"BARFOLOMEW," echoed loudly through the streets, apparently coming from the ship itself. "BAFOLOMEW, COME CLEAN THIS SHIT OFF THE DECK."
The source of the noise? The loudspeaker that sat atop one of the tall poles on the deck, generally used to alert the entire ship of emergencies. But, in this case...
"IS ANYONE DEAD? IF YOU DON'T ANSWER, I'M GOING TO ASSUME YOU'RE ALIVE."
"WHERE ARE WE, ACTUA--"
"--DO YOU HAVE ANY ALE?"
"CAPTAIN, I THINK EVERYONE'S ALIVE--"
"I THOUGHT I SAID I WAS DEAD!"
And the banter continued.