Mar 15, 2016 8:18:14 GMT
T - 2 Years, 11 Months, 3 Weeks
It had been just over one week since a bolt of lightning had fallen from the skies above, and turned out to be the bloodied swordsman known only as "Drake the Bancho". It had only been just over a couple hours since he'd finally awoken after recovering from his injuries, though they weren't fully healed. However, the lookouts from the tree spotted a crew of pirates inbound, and the small militia of Ohara leapt to the ready... though they were little more than civilians armed with a smattering of pistols and rifles, with barely enough ammo to go around and barely a sword amongst the lot of them.
"A scar on the back is a dishonor for a swordsman. Until I've repaid my debt to you all, I won't just lie in bed..." Drake had told him, his chest and arms still heavily bandaged, more of them around his face. Though Tara Zaraka, the innkeeper who would later all but adopt the young swordsman as her second son, considered stopping him, she somehow felt that no words would be enough and allowed him to pass.
~ ~ ~
Not yet armed with the chunk of gold that had been with him when he fell, Drake strode out onto the beach armed with a simple katana, a cheap iron sword he'd taken from one of the militia. The crew of pirates had already spilled out onto the beach, a ragtag band of louts who looked the part of... dogs, of all things. Most of them wore black and white polka dotted shirts and pants, and the head of the crew wore both... with a black pirate coat and tricorne hat over them, and a stupid-looking dog collar around his neck. He's a squat figure with a flat face, somewhat resembling a pudgy bulldog in human form.
"Avast! Ye be the best this island has to offer to defend against the mighty Sea Dog?!" The dalmatian-spotted captain cackles, his laugh sounding like a dog barking. His crew equally cackle in retort, all... dozen of them. Their boat is little more than a tiny schooner, this crew clearly has not made a name for themself. "Stand aside, our business be to pillage this village of nerds for not livin' to the MANLY ideals of we strong Sea Dogs!"
Drake simply watches them, and rubs the bridge of his nose. These foes seem laughable, something in his mind, in his skilled eyes, tells him so. And yet, he doesn't know what. Images flash through his head, a jumble of thoughts, sounds, words... but soon he passes it off, and looks to the captain, his words striking a note with those memories as Drake responds with the first thing that comes to mind. "A man who can only fight opponents he deems weaker than himself is not even worth my time. Get off this island, the people here are under my protection."
The captain growls. "Is that supposed to scare me, string bean?! Get 'im, boys!" He shouts, and his dozen men all charge at Drake. He looks between them, watching their wild swords aim towards him, not a single bit of style to any of it. He parries the first blade that reaches him, going right into a slash at its wielder and the two men beside him, cutting all three across the waist and slitting their belts in half. Their pants all flop to the ground, and they panic at their sudden exposure.
"Real men don't wear clothes that make them look more interesting than they actually are." Drake looks from one man to the next, sizing up each of them in turn. All of the mooks on the Sea Dog crew back off, as if what little canine sense they had at least could smell their own fear. Drake looks to the captain, and points across the beach. "You... you're the leader of these idiots. I challenge you... taiman. If you think you're a big dog, fight me one-on-one."
The mooks all look to their captain, who rips off his own hat and throws it to the ground, drawing a rusty, cheap cutlass and growls. "No blonde pup makes a fool 'o the SEA DOG! UNLEASH!" The captain grabs his collar and rips it off in a display of strength, then rushes at Drake, practically frothing at the mouth with rage like a deranged animal.
Drake keeps his finger pointed out as the man charges him... then sees it spark, faintly. An image comes to mind, of a blurred figure charging at him, and with it comes a phrase, and an action, as if magically called to mind. "...Menchi Beam."
A single bolt of blue and gold lightning sparks from Drake's finger, and fires like a laser beam at the charging captain, hitting him in the chest and sending him flailing in place as he's lit up like a Brooksgiving Tree. His eyes white out and flops back onto the sand, still frothing at the mouth, but now for an entirely different reason.
"Huh." Drake remarks, seeing the effect of his attack. "...all of you shabazos, shoo. Get off this beach before you piss me off any further." Drake says, making a dismissing wave of his hand at them. Despite it, they don't even think to remark about it, and quickly grab their captain before retreating to their boat, flailing the paddles in a hurry to escape.
Drake turns and walks back off the beach, only to see the boy who'd found him standing there, holding the long gold "sword" he'd fallen to the island with. "...can... can you be my big brother? Aniki?" He exclaims, his eyes filled with stars at seeing Drake shoot lightning from his hand before. He holds up the sword, as though he was holding up a pad for an autograph.
The word he says, however... "Aniki". Something about it makes Drake feel a sense of happiness, though he looks down at the boy with a serious face at first. He doesn't understand the feeling, as he knows nothing about the boy besides that he was the first person he saw in the few moments of consciousness when he landed. Still... between that feeling, and the knowledge that this boy was the one who dragged his unconscious body to safety, makes that serious stare soften briefly to a smile.
"...sure thing... little brother." Drake says in as badass a tone as he can manage, taking his golden sword with one hand while ruffling the top of the boy's big blue hat with his other.
~ ~ ~
Enemy Defeated:
Donovan "Scurvy Sea" Dog, Bounty 500 Beli (Public Indecency)
It had been just over one week since a bolt of lightning had fallen from the skies above, and turned out to be the bloodied swordsman known only as "Drake the Bancho". It had only been just over a couple hours since he'd finally awoken after recovering from his injuries, though they weren't fully healed. However, the lookouts from the tree spotted a crew of pirates inbound, and the small militia of Ohara leapt to the ready... though they were little more than civilians armed with a smattering of pistols and rifles, with barely enough ammo to go around and barely a sword amongst the lot of them.
"A scar on the back is a dishonor for a swordsman. Until I've repaid my debt to you all, I won't just lie in bed..." Drake had told him, his chest and arms still heavily bandaged, more of them around his face. Though Tara Zaraka, the innkeeper who would later all but adopt the young swordsman as her second son, considered stopping him, she somehow felt that no words would be enough and allowed him to pass.
~ ~ ~
Not yet armed with the chunk of gold that had been with him when he fell, Drake strode out onto the beach armed with a simple katana, a cheap iron sword he'd taken from one of the militia. The crew of pirates had already spilled out onto the beach, a ragtag band of louts who looked the part of... dogs, of all things. Most of them wore black and white polka dotted shirts and pants, and the head of the crew wore both... with a black pirate coat and tricorne hat over them, and a stupid-looking dog collar around his neck. He's a squat figure with a flat face, somewhat resembling a pudgy bulldog in human form.
"Avast! Ye be the best this island has to offer to defend against the mighty Sea Dog?!" The dalmatian-spotted captain cackles, his laugh sounding like a dog barking. His crew equally cackle in retort, all... dozen of them. Their boat is little more than a tiny schooner, this crew clearly has not made a name for themself. "Stand aside, our business be to pillage this village of nerds for not livin' to the MANLY ideals of we strong Sea Dogs!"
Drake simply watches them, and rubs the bridge of his nose. These foes seem laughable, something in his mind, in his skilled eyes, tells him so. And yet, he doesn't know what. Images flash through his head, a jumble of thoughts, sounds, words... but soon he passes it off, and looks to the captain, his words striking a note with those memories as Drake responds with the first thing that comes to mind. "A man who can only fight opponents he deems weaker than himself is not even worth my time. Get off this island, the people here are under my protection."
The captain growls. "Is that supposed to scare me, string bean?! Get 'im, boys!" He shouts, and his dozen men all charge at Drake. He looks between them, watching their wild swords aim towards him, not a single bit of style to any of it. He parries the first blade that reaches him, going right into a slash at its wielder and the two men beside him, cutting all three across the waist and slitting their belts in half. Their pants all flop to the ground, and they panic at their sudden exposure.
"Real men don't wear clothes that make them look more interesting than they actually are." Drake looks from one man to the next, sizing up each of them in turn. All of the mooks on the Sea Dog crew back off, as if what little canine sense they had at least could smell their own fear. Drake looks to the captain, and points across the beach. "You... you're the leader of these idiots. I challenge you... taiman. If you think you're a big dog, fight me one-on-one."
The mooks all look to their captain, who rips off his own hat and throws it to the ground, drawing a rusty, cheap cutlass and growls. "No blonde pup makes a fool 'o the SEA DOG! UNLEASH!" The captain grabs his collar and rips it off in a display of strength, then rushes at Drake, practically frothing at the mouth with rage like a deranged animal.
Drake keeps his finger pointed out as the man charges him... then sees it spark, faintly. An image comes to mind, of a blurred figure charging at him, and with it comes a phrase, and an action, as if magically called to mind. "...Menchi Beam."
A single bolt of blue and gold lightning sparks from Drake's finger, and fires like a laser beam at the charging captain, hitting him in the chest and sending him flailing in place as he's lit up like a Brooksgiving Tree. His eyes white out and flops back onto the sand, still frothing at the mouth, but now for an entirely different reason.
"Huh." Drake remarks, seeing the effect of his attack. "...all of you shabazos, shoo. Get off this beach before you piss me off any further." Drake says, making a dismissing wave of his hand at them. Despite it, they don't even think to remark about it, and quickly grab their captain before retreating to their boat, flailing the paddles in a hurry to escape.
Drake turns and walks back off the beach, only to see the boy who'd found him standing there, holding the long gold "sword" he'd fallen to the island with. "...can... can you be my big brother? Aniki?" He exclaims, his eyes filled with stars at seeing Drake shoot lightning from his hand before. He holds up the sword, as though he was holding up a pad for an autograph.
The word he says, however... "Aniki". Something about it makes Drake feel a sense of happiness, though he looks down at the boy with a serious face at first. He doesn't understand the feeling, as he knows nothing about the boy besides that he was the first person he saw in the few moments of consciousness when he landed. Still... between that feeling, and the knowledge that this boy was the one who dragged his unconscious body to safety, makes that serious stare soften briefly to a smile.
"...sure thing... little brother." Drake says in as badass a tone as he can manage, taking his golden sword with one hand while ruffling the top of the boy's big blue hat with his other.
~ ~ ~
Enemy Defeated:
Donovan "Scurvy Sea" Dog, Bounty 500 Beli (Public Indecency)