Apr 16, 2017 4:14:02 GMT -5
Post by blank on Apr 16, 2017 4:14:02 GMT -5
An island inhabited by pirates.
Something like that seemed to be the work of fairy tales and the minds of those who were creative enough to dream them up. However, there were a lot of things in this world that he'd yet to see and would probably find interesting to know more about. Maybe he'd even get to know more about the people or the reason behind them believing that they were trapped inside of a game. The thought rolled around in his mind for a little while and if there was any dread to be felt, it never set in.
Perhaps a part of him accepted the circumstances and just as the boat drifted through the waters taking its passengers to Hook Island, he went with the flow. Blank crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the railing as he watched the sky. There were no clouds and a few seagulls flew past. An occasional breeze swept by and filled the sails allowing them to move a little faster.
It was the perfect day or at least it was turning out to be a perfect day. A few of the other passengers on the boat were adventurers, some probably more willing to talk than others.
"Do you think that this is really a pirate island?"
His question was asked aloud to anyone willing to answer but it was one that was plaguing his mind for the duration of their trip.
Something like that seemed to be the work of fairy tales and the minds of those who were creative enough to dream them up. However, there were a lot of things in this world that he'd yet to see and would probably find interesting to know more about. Maybe he'd even get to know more about the people or the reason behind them believing that they were trapped inside of a game. The thought rolled around in his mind for a little while and if there was any dread to be felt, it never set in.
Perhaps a part of him accepted the circumstances and just as the boat drifted through the waters taking its passengers to Hook Island, he went with the flow. Blank crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the railing as he watched the sky. There were no clouds and a few seagulls flew past. An occasional breeze swept by and filled the sails allowing them to move a little faster.
It was the perfect day or at least it was turning out to be a perfect day. A few of the other passengers on the boat were adventurers, some probably more willing to talk than others.
"Do you think that this is really a pirate island?"
His question was asked aloud to anyone willing to answer but it was one that was plaguing his mind for the duration of their trip.
