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Post by Clay-Jay on Apr 14, 2012 6:40:36 GMT -5
Finally, Clay had managed to get his own ship. Screw being part of a fleet to get around, Clay had a sail boat, and he even gave it an awesome name that would strike fear into the hearts of every pirate that ever saw it coming. The Hammer Crasher! Yeah, that was the greatest name any boat could ever have! Filled with pride in his boat, and pride in his life as a wandering Marine, Clay climbed on board his boat and took in a deep breath of sea air. Yep, it certainly wasn't the best smell in the world, but this would be his life now. The only question was, where would he be going on his first journey? He had hear that the West Blue had a wonderful pacifist island that would be a shame to pass up, also, being pacifists, they would need all the protection they could get.
Setting sail on his first journey, Clay plotted a course to the beautiful and safe island of Ohara, Pacifist Paradise Supreme. He couldn't wait to see the glorious Tree City, or all the... pacifism that went on there. It really didn't sound like that exciting a place, but Clay wasn't too concerned about that right now. He had no real purpose in life, and was hoping that by setting out on this trip across the Blues, he would find an actual goal in the world, maybe even encounter a fleet that he could actually see himself being a part of. If ever there was a fleet for Clay, it would be one of true justice, upholding the laws with minimal effort. He liked his afternoon naps and it would suck to give those up.
The sea waters were choppy today, and it was getting more and more difficult to guide the boat in the right direction, but Clay was handling it as best he could. He wouldn't be off more than a couple meters, so just a minor correction was all it would take to make it to his designated island. Ohara, here comes Clay!
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