Post by SYR CHAPTER on Apr 5, 2012 8:09:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellpadding,30,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15865368/nd/00009k2x.png);width:350px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;border-radius:60px;][style=background:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/20qxj4.jpg) repeat;filter:alpha(opacity=40);opacity:.4;border-radius:20px;text-align:center;margin-bottom:10px;border:1px solid #ccc;height:100px;] [/style][style=background:rgba(255,255,255,.4);color:#999;padding:10px;font:1.2em helvetica;letter-spacing:4pt;border-radius:20px;text-align:center;margin-bottom:10px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;]TO A GREAT CITY[/style][style=background:rgba(255,255,255,.4);color:#999;padding:10px;font:0.7em helvetica;border-radius:20px;text-align:justify;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;] Syr ponders and faces the sea reflecting bright sunlight through the window of his lonely room as he sat there, alone. He didn't feel like doing anything today except stare at the peaceful waters and to slowly drink his cup of coffee until the day ended, even if it gets cold. But unfortunately for him, luck wasn't on his side, and neither were the higher ranking marines as they decided to give Syr a small-time mission ... alone. Syr received a letter earlier this morning saying that he is to be sent to Goa city of Dawn island to stop wannabe pirates from disturbing the great city's peace. The so-called wannabe pirates were kids ranging from 7-10 years of age. If it was Syr on an ordinary day, he would have thought of an excuse to relieve himself from the duty of being a marine. But today felt different for Syr. He thought differently and deeply as he continued to stare at the majestic sea, thinking of how insulting it is for an Ensign to be given such a mission of taking care of kids; a Petty Officer is not even a low enough rank to be given such a ridiculous mission, if they even call it a mission. But Syr didn't put this to heart; he wasn't that kind of man. He also thought that he did deserve to be look down and be mocked upon by higher ranks as he always disregard his duty. And also, by doing that, he is also staining the name of his father who was once a highly respected Admiral. He exhales an excessive amount of carbon dioxide to unburden his chest and clear his mind after he sipped his cup of, now, lukewarm coffee. He stands and places the letter in his pocket. "Mission accepted", he said, smiling towards the glittering, blue sea, who greeted back by blowing a cool breeze against Syr's face. Yes, he is, though, willing to go along the higher ranking marines' game, of some sort. Syr has no intention of changing who he is, even though it doesn't seem to be their intention. This mission is only to prove that he is not as useless as others think. ~~~ Syr steps on the wondrous vessel prepared by his superiors: it's grand, sturdy, and the crew are showing great interest in him as their guest. "They look like they want to hurt me", Syr thought to himself as he smiled a bit awkwardly to the crew. No, it wasn't grand; it's actually a not-so-large boat and lacks proper painting. It wasn't sturdy, obviously, as it squeaked loudly the moment Syr took his first step on it, which is actually the reason why everyone there stared at him angrily. But the most noticeable part of this boat was that it smelled like bleeding, dead fishes. No, it wasn't a marine vessel, nor was it anything near one. It was an old fishing boat that looks like it's actually older than Syr himself. "Ya bi Shir? da wa hu gana rai ma fishi bo tu Dow ayla?", said a big, old man rapidly with a weird accent carried by a gravelly voice. His words weren't processed well inside Syr's mind; he couldn't understand what the old man just said, except for the part which sounded like his name. "Uhhhmmm", Syr didn't know what to say or how to react. What he did was he chuckled a bit, scratched his head and smiled, like he understood what the man said and expected that the old man would know what Syr's answers was. "Weh ka mow bo, deyh! wi ih na howih!", replied the old man with words that are puzzle-like to Syr. He did, though, understand that the old man was inviting him over to his ship due to the old man's 'come on over' hand gesture. He walked normally, smiling, going on-board the good fishing boat with the scary men who continually stare angrily at him. He didn't pay much attention to them and blindly continued his way towards the boats deck. The old man then shouted a few more confusing "sounds" which, actually, automatically made the entire crew to shout "OI!" and swiftly ready the fishing boat to set sail. It seems they understood what he said. Placing his sword to hang well on his left shoulder, Syr then inhales the fresh sea air mixed with the scent of fish as they set sail to a great city of Dawn Island ... Goa City. [/style][style=background:rgba(255,255,255,.4);color:#999;padding:10px;font:0.7em helvetica;border-radius:20px;text-align:center;margin-top:10px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;]table made by greyson of ote[/style] |
