Jay Vanam Isle…
It was an Island with an Immense history that was now Rought with piracy and. It was said by many Atlases that described the island that Hundreds of years ago, it was home to a Nation of People that had little to no technological advancment. But seemingly out of nowhere, the Atlases changed, Describing the Island as Deserted. And modern reports of the Island and Rumors talk only of how the Island has now become a cesspit of Gambling, Fighting, Thieving, and Pirates laying low from the Law.
Even the Marines don't dare come close to the island. Thinking it better to just lie in wait at near by basses such as Vira base.
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The Island was filled with shacks. Wooden buildings no more than 3 floors tall. Dense roads with men and women of the night on the corners. The Vauge sounds of debauchery hidden behind thin walls of bars. Glasses clinking from open bars. Gun shots of disputes from different establishments, and the general bustle of a lively place
A Man sat a top a roof of one of the buildings. Scrawny and Tall. And yet in his hands was a rifle that seemed far to large for a man even of his stature. No other word could fit it's description but 'Immense'. It was a Punt Gun, with a strange contraption on the side that reloaded the immense weapon when he broke open the single shot barrel. And once the enormous 3 inch round was ejected, The Mechanism moved into place and Loaded another Round, before being shouldered and fired again.
Even the Specially keen eyed goers of the Island couldn't see the round fire out the other end. The only thing that it could be considered was like that of Lightning.
As for the Streets bellow. There seemed to be a street brawl currently in midst between what seemed like twenty people and one large man that looked like a wrestler of old. A large Metal Buckled belt around his face as he wore a singlet that clung tightly to his humongous frame of chiseled muscle. His face grimaced into a stoic and furious scowl. His head shaven and buzzed short
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The Red Sashes on the Other hand were far away from that action that took place in the streets. Docking in what seemed to be a relativley clear part of the town. Noir inside the Gun Deck and Lowering the anchor into the sea.
"Alright. I'll Stay here With Dezzi. Kirk, you got my list right?" Noir spoke to the Navigator as he tucked his hands in his pockets
"Yep! Got it all tucked away." The fishman replied patting the side laced short shorts he wore.
"Alright. You two stay safe." Said Leroy over his shoulder as The others Followed behind him.
"I've got to go and find a spring...I wonder if their a blacksmith or a metal worker on the Island." Jeanne said to her self.
The Scholar of the Ship walked behind the Markswoman and gave a tap to ther shoulder "Mind if I tag along Jeanne."
Still getting used to Raven, Jeannes Heart fluttered for a moment before answering "Sure!"
Walking down the old and worn out wooden deck of the docks Leroy spoke "Jeanne and Raven, you two can go find what ever Else we need to stock up on. Kirk, Kále and I will see what else we can find. I'm kinda thirsty." The Captain said patting his stomach.
"We aren't getting a bunch of food this time, Leroy!" The Navigator was quick to reprimand, frowning at his captain. "If it's something small, then maybe you can steal it or something, but we aren't getting dinner here!"
"We have a chef for a reason! Also, there's a lot of sketchy stuff around here, so at least let me look at whatever you are getting before you get a drink. You too, Kále." Kirk said before following after Leroy.
"I said THIRSTY!" He said giving a pout as he turned around "i wanna at least Try what they have here! Gotta have an expand palette to enjoy Noirs cooking!"
"I know you!" Kirk frowned at him as a retort, his hands going to his hips. "Just dont go running off and I'll THINK letting you have a snack"
Leroy raised a middle finger behind his back as he tilted his head playfully.
"Well. Where ever he goes we go..." Kále said with his hand on the hilt of VI, walking just next to the navigator.
The Streets were packed. Any strange feeling of being out of place that they had when first docking on the island was oddly dismissed with how no one really paid any mind to the Fishman or the Swordsman. It seemed that people were Either too busy bargaining or bartering stolen wares at fence post. Men in stalls with thatch roofs over head. The Hot son beating through the foliage as crates sat behind them
Kirk walked up to one of the stalls. Pulling the list from his shorts and unfolding it. "Okay...Sugar..."
Kirk started to rattle off some items. The Large Carp Fishman at the stall that wore a thin laced shirt folding his arms as the Navigator listed every thing. Between each word, he attempted to bargain with the Man.
All the while, Kále and Leroy stood behind the Navigator. Leroy's eyes wandering. Looking from His Navigator, to First Mate, before looking up to the sky. It was very bright out side. A lot of Cloud Coverage too.
As his eyes continued to wander they drifted to an open bar. It was quite large. A large tied bamboo roof covering a large open seating area with what a bar in the furthest part of it. Which Leroy couldn't particularly see.
His wandering gaze was cut short as a crash from across the street caught his attention. A man was thrown out of a building. The swaying doors breaking and crashing as a man in a beige outfit. A button up shirt that went up to his clavicle. He also wore Large baggy cargo pants of the same color with a leather belt around his waist and a Satchel spilling out across the dirt road.