clear the nest(m)

[drake delacroix]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: black 8px solid;] █ A man was lounging on the dock, more like laying than anything, on three crates stacked side by side. A paw lazily moved towards his head, covering his open red eyes as he watched the clouds floating by peacefully. A lone man walked up to him with monotonous footsteps. “Oi. The old man in the bar wants to talk to you about the Dragon Head.” The young man spoke with such a respectful tone that it annoyed the crow crowned young male. “Mhmm. I’m only doing this to satisfy my greed. I could care less about the problems of peasants such as you and the rest of this damn village.” This seemed to irk the man standing before Drake, you could tell just by his eyes which held smoldering rage. Smirking, Drake would pull out a cigarette and push himself into a sitting position on the crates. Lighting the cigarette, the eighteen year old pirate captain would inhale the cancer stick; only seconds later would smoke billow out of his nostrils. Sliding a thin digit to the side of the cigarette he would tap it and watch small embers fall to the ground. “Don’t get me wrong I’ll go, just let me wait for my First Mate you brat.” Drake spoke irritably as he scooted himself off the crates and started to pace the docks with the cigarette dangling from his mouth. The young man was vexed as to what to do. Pacing in at the edge of the docks he shook his head several times as if in thought. That bastard that calls himself my first mate better show up damn it! This mission will increase our money supply! A sharp canine showed itself upon the bottom lip of the young boy. This fucker is late and its making me pissed. Fingers rapped with a monotonous rhythm on the boys skull. Picking the cigarette out of his mouth, he would look at the filthy water that lined the docks; murky and filled with numerous things such as; bottles, tires, and other such things that could be classified as trash. This brought a grin upon the boy’s face; making him look like just any other teenage boy for a brief second before it to disappeared without a trace. Bright crimson orbs locked themselves upon a ship that seemed to be coming in from the outskirts of the wet wasteland of the sea. Drake shook his head and muttered something that was incomprehensible and utter nonsense. Put the boy that had ragged cloths that had talked to the captain earlier paid no heed to the transport and merrily tapped impatiently with his toe upon the wood. [/style]

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[MORGAN BLACK]

Drake did not have to be impatient for much longer. A small boat came floating to the dock the young captain sat upon. Inside was a silver haired man, tall, toned, but no where near a muscle man. He stepped off of the boat and onto the dock with a lit cigar in his mouth. The young man had a smile on his face. The information he currently knew made him giddy with excitement.

Morgan would run his fingers through his hair and hold in his smile for now. He knew his captain would be a little miffed at him being late, but that wasn't his fault. He walked down the dock, footsteps heard as he got closer, until he was there by his captain. Morgan nodded his head a bit, then looked to the one which pestered his captain.

"Business went down a little slower than usual today, but it went well. Sorry to have made you wait."

Morgan gave his excuse, whether it satisfied the captain or not. He would make up for it in this little adventure though. He could use more money for ammo, cigars, and of course, gun cleaning supplies. He took well care of his guns, saw to it they had no rust, no wear, and were fully supplied with ammo. He was ready to go when the captain said the word.

"On your lead my friend"