West Blue Arc: The Mistbound Remnants

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West Blue Arc: The Mistbound Remnants
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Setting
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Three days after escaping Mirstone
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Current Weather: Cloudy with encroaching fog
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Temperature: 55 degrees F (12.78 degrees C)
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Time of day: Slightly past ten A.M.
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Overall: Smooth sailing, but a little chilly
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Garret Z. Allistair
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Garret happily relaxed laying on top of his personal quarters. That last island had been both more and less eventful then he expected. He was happy with the members he had picked up though, and felt the last three days had found them getting slightly comfortable with each other. Well, somewhat that is. Garret had a sense that Ferra, who had been serving damn well as a navigator, was still pretty closed off. Though he assumed that would probably be related to whatever led her to being an ex-Marine and made her mad enough to punch his ship. Hopefully if she stuck around she might open up a little over time.


Aside from her there was Kyoko, Wil, Laura, Raine, and Stacy. He had to admit that it took him a couple tries to remember everyone's name. They all seemed relatively content at the moment as far as Garret could tell, but he hadn't always been the best at reading people. He shivered a little and put his hands in his jacket pockets as a cool breeze blew by. The smell of the ocean was nice and all, and Garret loved mornings normally, but it wasn't starthing to get too cold for his liking.  He looked around shaken from his thoughts and found it was actually getting rather foggy as well.


He hopped down from the roof of his cabin and admired Stacy's handiwork on the upper deck for a moment. All the places he had put glass for stability rather than aesthetic or combat reasons were now fixed up and looking rather nice. Not to mention she had begun work on the holes in the hull that were fixable with their supplies. Though there were still many too large for her to do alone with what they had. Which is why he was hoping the next island might have both supplies and shipwrights to help speed up the larger work. Garret had plenty to pay them with from a crew he had defeated prior to Mirstone.


He stretched a moment and realized the fog meant the island was relatively close. Which meant if the crew wasn't already awake and prepping for landing, he should probably wake them. Unfortunate that many didn't share his love for waking up early. He yelled up to the crow's nest first where he found Ferra spent most of her time. "If you're up and awake we've hit the edge of the fog bank that surrounds the island! Time for us to get ready to make land!" After than he went below deck and repeated the message loud and clear for anyone either awake or asleep to hear.


Returning above deck he pulled out one of those hand telescopes and tried taking a look around. Alas, the fog had moved in faster than expected and was too thick to see through from on deck. Oh well. He slid it closed and put it back in the inside of his jacket. His crew, grumpy or not, would be ready soon enough to make land. It wasn't like a little fog was going to pose them any threat after all.






Stuff that went down in the past 3 days


Stacy fixed all the planks on the main deck so they are wood instead of glass, except for select ones meant to look nice or be used for combat


 


Garret has at least tried to talk to each character individually to judge how happy they seemed as a member of his crew


 


Ferra navigated them smoothly to the foggy water surrounding Neogenesis Island


 


Garret thinks everyone has to at least some degree gotten along so far


 


 


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Stacy Beauregard



As per her usual routine - or, what had become her usual routine, at least - Stacy was already up and moving when they came within range of the fog. Though she hadn’t ventured up onto the main deck at all yet to make the captain and navigator aware of her presence, everyone else likely knew about it simply because of how loud making repairs happened to be. And she didn’t really seem to care whether she woke people up in the process or not, either. In time, they would learn to sleep through it. That was her reasoning, anyway.

Before she heard Garret’s call, Stacy had been hammering away at a hole in the hull within the kitchen. It was sealed with glass on the outside meaning there was nothing flooding in. The glass also made it safe for her to make an occasional mistake if she needed to. Yes, she still avoided needing to tear new holes in the ship, but it was nice to know that she could if she needed to without any major consequences coming from it.

However, as Stacy heard Garret’s call, Stacy slid her hammer back into what had become a little work bag for her and after slinging it over her shoulder, she headed up to the deck to take a look at what was going on. If she wasn’t needed, she knew she’d be able to come right back down and get right back to work.

After jogging up the steps, Stacy greeted Garret with a simple, “Morning, Captain,” and she didn’t even throw a glance up into the crow’s nest to see what Ferra might have been up to. Instead, Stacy’s eyes took quickly to the fog and she inspected it carefully. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Garret looking through the telescope and she knew right away, he wouldn’t likely be able to see anything. That was a problem as far as she was concerned. “We’ll have to be careful sailing into the fog. If we run into anything we can’t see, it could undo a lot of the repair work I have started.” And Stacy was not at all fond of having to redo her work.


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Ferra had been up for a good while, mostly just watching over the sea as it was swallowed up by the ever encroaching fog bank that she'd been watching. Mostly her mind was numbly turned off as she operated almost autonomously, eyes roving across the waves and lingering on the horizons. It was an ever present mindset that she'd developed for when she didn't feel like thinking, and didn't think that she wanted to feel anything either.


As her eyes did their work, her hands did their own set of work as they meticulously pulled apart her rifle piece by piece, cleaning and arranging the parts of the unique rifle around her. After a about five minutes of ensuring that each and everyone of her rifle's parts were taken care of properly, she left them to air dry from the cleaning solution whilst she unsheathed and began to clean and polish her sabre. It was long work, but it was mechanical robotic work and she enjoyed the lack of brainpower required to simply clean her weaponry. It wasn't until she first heard the captain speak to her from below and the fog started closing in that she began to reassemble her rifle. She idly picked up on Stacy arriving and speaking up below as she finished up, and once she had the rifle secured to the nest, she strapped on her sabre, and then pulled on her coat and adorned herself with her Recompense before grabbing a rope and sliding down to the deck.


"Captain, I know you have use of glass. I'd advise four prongs, two sticking forward and down from the front of the ship, another two above that sticking straight out. It's a good way of making sure you know when you've found anything such as rocks you can't see for the fog, and ensures you don't accidentally run aground." Ferra stated plainly before moving to the bow of the ship, "Set the anchor to a quick release as well. Tie the anchor itself to the side but unwrap it. In case of need to stop quickly, cut the rope and let the anchor drop."


She wasn't particularly eager to speak more. In fact most of her time aboard since the leaving of what had used to be Mirstone had been her avoiding contact with anyone else. She didn't particularly care much anymore for what had happened during the escape, but she seemed to have wanted to encounter them about as much as they wanted to encounter her, and so far that had been a fine approach to life. Still, even she knew that wasn't how she needed to be on deck of a ship, much less as part of the crew. This just wasn't what she had been expecting when she had signed on to work for Kenji, someone she fully expected was dead at this point.


Realising she was gripping the bow railing a touch too tightly, Ferra relinquished her grasp and turned to face the pair that were on deck. Between the pair, Ferra turned to look at Stacy from the corner of her eye, her hands clasped firmly behind her back as she spoke.


"Stacy, do we have any long poles or pieces of lumber, small enough to hold in our hands, but long enough to reach the water? Should what I proposed earlier not be feasible for our captain, utilising these poles to check for obstructions works just as well." she stated clearly before turning her head to look to the captain, "Captain Allistair, we should run the ship slow. If we have any trash wood and stone or metal laying about, tie the two together with a metre or so long length of rope, if not a bit longer. Usually the water on the top of the ocean near shore can't tell you much, stirred by boats and wind and the like. The water flow under the surface, the under tow, always pulls away from the land. It will tell you which direction we need to go."


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                                                              Laura Ray Young



Laura stood at the very front of the ship staring out into the ocean. She usually wasn't much of a morning person, but ever since she had joined this new crew she had trouble sleeping. She had always had trust issues with people even to people closes to her, hopefully that would change in the future. She held one of her three swords in her hand, the first sword she had gotten. Holding it always gave her a little comfort. How she wished she could be doing some early morning dueling right now but she didn't have the courage or nerve to ask anyone. Besides by the sound of the captain land was near.


The voice  of the captain could be heard from below deck waking the others. His name was Garret, but she just called him captain. He was a nice enough guy even though they had only talked twice since boarding the ship. It was a very awkward ordeal, since Laura was terrible with small talk. She strived to keep everything business trying to keep away from talking about herself. In general though she had grown to respect him even though she jus currently met him. It was different to see a captain to try to get to know everyone of the crew and she respect him for that,


Right after him a lady of the name of Stacy came to talk to him. Her and Laura had a small quarrel back when they was escaping from the marines. Laura was furious about the rest of the day but finally decided to bury the hatchet. She hoped Stacy would do the same. Even if Stacy didn't want to be friends she would still rather have her as an acquaintance then an enemy.


Another person shows up coming down from the watch tower. Laura couldn't remember her name. She had heard it a few times but she hadn't actually gotten to hear it from her, actually she hasn't even had a chance to speak to her yet. She could over hear her giving suggestions to the captain. Laura could tell she felt bad about the marines attacking, however she did everything she could. Probably helping out the captain is her way of redemption.


Laura slides her sword back in to her holster on the right. The fog rolling in seemed to get thicker and thicker. She sighs and turns on her heels and walks towards to group. She gives a subtle smile but doesn't say anything not wanting to interrupt the Captain's and woman's conversation. She silently stood there patting the side of one of her holsters.


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Garret Z. Allistair


Garret smiled and nodded to Stacy. "Good morning." He listened to her worries and looked out into the fog with a squint. "I was actually just thinking about how to go about that issue actually." He bit his lip in thought, but thankfully Ferra yelled down suggestions that seemed pretty logical to him. "Hm, that could work pretty well! Thanks Ferra!"


He left Stacy and Ferra to their conversations as he walked to the very front of the boat. He laid his hands on the glass on the side of the ship. It took a sizable bit of conversation, and mental visualization, but after a minute or so he had createn the probes Ferra described. Though he was barely done when he felt something hit one of the probes, for just a moment. Then it was gone. He blinked quizzically before writing it off as some sort of large fish. Perhaps a tuna or sailfish or something. 


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Raine Braddock
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Raine shot up from his hammock when he heard Captain Garret talking, hitting his head on a wooden support beam. Rubinng the tender lump gingerly, he stepped out of bed. The last few days had been great, getting to know the ship, crew, and especially captain, of the Shattercrest Pirates. Raine was sure he was already basically pretty much the captain's right-hand man, which meant his dream of serving under the Pirate King was finally coming true.


As Raine got dressed, he glanced over at the book he picked up on Jajohn's ship. He had spent his break time over the last three days trying to at least get down the basics of this "Dragon Claw Fist" style. After all, all the henchmen of great pirates used some sort of unique fighting style. Raine had only just managed to break a single board while maintaining his fingers in the three prongs, but it was improving.


The he long necker man climbed up from below deck. As Raine braced himself for the bright sunlight to hit his eyes, he was instead suprise do to find himself in the middle of some rather thick fog. He scanned the ship for his beloved captain, before spotting his imposing figure near the front. He noticed he was using his devil fruit to extend poles of glass from the ship, likley to avoid any potential obstacles. 


"Good morning Captain! Are we almost to the island? Do you think they'll swear loyalty to the future King of Pirates once we arrive, or will they put up resistance?" Raine said, only half joking. 


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The call from Garret awakened Kyoko opening her eyes slowly, yawning a bit as she stretched her arms and legs out, she carefully jumped out of bed, landing with a soft thud. She felt the air a bit chilly even down below deck as she put on a dull yellow hoodie over herself- it was a bit large on her- and tied up her hair back into the short ponytail, she had started tying her hair back ever since she boarded the ship and it became a habit now.


Just as she was about to head above deck, she stopped in her track as if something struck her, she started feeling woozy, her head became dizzy for a moment before she sat down on the floor and laid her head in her knees. She was breathing a bit heavy before looking up and realizing something, she dragged her bag over to her and searched thoroughly as she picked up a opaque bottle and opened the cap- it gave off a strong but not bitter aroma- she got a sudden cold sweat as she held this strange bottle in her hand, staring intently, "Bottoms-up." She quickly took a sip, tilting her head up then back down in a second, a quick lick of the lips to get rid of the excess and she closed the cap back on, placing it back into her bag.


Kyo got up steadily, once she was back on her feet she took a quick glance at her hands before stuffing them into her hoodie pockets. She climbed up and was observing the world around her on deck, a fog had rolled in making things a bit gloomy or creepy for Kyoko, and she didn't want to be gloomy- hanging out and chatting a bit with this new but friendly crew made her a bit sociable, though she didn't reveal too much about herself, just the bits here and there being a chef and such, nothing spectacular. She saw Garrett using his power to reform the ship at the front, Stacy, Ferra, Laura, and Raine were about on the deck. Kyo gave a quick wave to them before walking to the stern of the ship, she laid her arms on the glass railing looking below at the water splashing behind the rudder, mesmerized by the calming ocean current, a food for thought also came into mind, "I'll reheat the leftovers from yesterday, I can't believe we still have some after this long. I really did make too much. But I guess too much wouldn't hurt." She sighed and looked once more to the sea for inspiration, "An island is coming up... Maybe they have some recipes and ingredients to share?" She nodded at the idea: New recipe, meant more ingredients, more skilled chefs to learn from, and more food to cook.


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Stacy Beauregard



As Ferra came down from the crow's nest, Stacy was doing everything she could to avoid making eye contact with the woman. She had no reason to disagree with anything that the navigator advised, but she had no reason to actually show that agreement either. Beyond that, Stacy didn't want to show any agreement, either.

When she was addressed directly, Stacy had to comment, though. She wasn't about to let a personal grudge keep her from doing her job and her job included keeping the ship in tact. As much as she disliked it, Ferra's advice would help her to keep the ship in tact as much as it already was. "Let's wait and see what the captain can manage first," was what she finally said. Her eyes remained focused on Garret as he walked, presumably to put Ferra's suggestions into action.

"Captain!" she called out. "Let me know if I need to make anything more interesting so we can avoid any odd crashes."

Although it felt wrong for her, Stacy decided that since she could still be needed up on the deck, she couldn't return to her work. She absolutely hated standing around doing nothing so rather than staying in the group that seemed to gather around where the captain had been standing, Stacy walked towards the stern to find herself standing alongside Kyoko.

"Hey," she said, without much intent of what she was trying to do. To her credit, Stacy had talked to almost everyone in the crew at least a little. Kyoko was one of two exceptions. She figured it would only serve her better if she tried to fill in the gaps.


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Garret Z. Allistair


Garret blinked down at the waters where he had thought he felt something, looking for the large fish he assumed it was. Though all that stared back at him was his own multicolored gaze. He often forgot that his eyes were different colors when people didn't mention it. Which, oddly enough, he couldn't remember any crew member doing so quite yet. Though he had felt like some of them had been rather intent on his eyes. He had just written it off as them trying to determine his intentions. 


He was dragged out of his thoughts by the greetings of Raine.  "Good morning Raine. I'd say the fog bank means we are at least somewhat close. Though we likely won't know if we're there until we're just about to land in all this." He gestured to the fog around him. "Also, I already told you the last time you asked me about the King of Pirates thing. That's my dad's dream, not mine. I just wanna have fun and sail the seas with friends. As well as be there to see my Dad become King.  Though we'll have quite the catching up to do, as last he wrote me he and the Silver crest Pirates are making their way through the Grand Line."


Garret smiled happily as he thought over the last letter and bounty posters his dad sent. To think his parents were pirates worth over a hundred million. It made him wonder what his current bounty was. Last he checked it was only about five million. He looked at his crewmates and wondered if any of them had bounties. Garret looked up in the sky curiously. "I wonder if the news bird can even see us in this fog. I'd really like to see what they say about Mirstone, and if any of us have bounties or increases on our old ones."


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For Wil, the trip had been an odd one even by his standards. He had engaged in a little pleasantry conversation the last few days with the rest of the rag-tag crew. Otherwise he would sit back and observe. It was simply the way he did things. With how he adventured around it never made sense for him to get too settled with a pirate crew. It was only ever a means to make it to the next exciting destination. From his observations, Wil made a few impressions of this newfound pirate crew. After all, pirates were as wild as a pack of lions and much more unpredictable and dangerous and this crew was one of the most diverse he had ever traveled with. 


The captain, Garret; he was interesting. Wil found it very easy to get along with the man as the two were often on the same page given their shared easy-going and perhaps reckless attitude, or so Wil suspected.  Raine, the tribesman, became a fascination of Wil's with his long neck and exotic appearance. Wil could spend hours wandering what sort of land the man might have come from. However, the women on the ship were certainly different in the young pirate's eyes. While Raine and Garret were a subject of Wil's interest, the women made him a little more cautious other than Kyoko who had seemed pleasant. There was the young one, Laura. She seemed a nice girl but for some unexplained reason, Wil couldn't find it in himself to let his guard down around her. Stacy, Wil hadn't spoken to much during their time on-board and Wil certainly had trouble making his impression of her. She wasn't particularly nice nor mean and seemed to be a good worker but otherwise, he had no thoughts about her. Finally there was Ferra. One of the more... definitive characters on the ship. Wil only knew she triggered many signs which made him very uncomfortable. A certain wildness in her eyes perhaps. Maybe he was being overly cautious but he had made a conscious effort to avoid her thus far. 


"Wahoooooo!" Roared the young pirate at the top of his lungs, the thought of landing soon was like a a fresh breath of life had rushed through him. Up until now he hung upside down with his feet wrapped around the rope of the ratlines, suspending himself in the air and over the water like a monkey wrapped around a tree branch. He was dressed in his typical outfit; gray sleeveless hoodie, green cargo shorts and barefoot, just how he liked it. Routine thoughts raced through Wil's mind. "What kind of fruit do you think will be on the island? Will there be animals? I wonder if there's any people there?..." He blurted to no one in particular as he swung himself acrobatically from the ratlines onto wooden deck floor. Each question passed his mind rapidly as a new one replaced it. So many questions, so much excitement! There was the case of the fog which did make Wil uncomfortable but with so many possibilities he was too excited to focus on the negative. He began to goofily run around in circles jumping and flipping, unable to contain his wildness and ready to help anyway he could. 
 
Kyoko hyped herself about the new island- soon to be landing- but that didn't mean she was left unguarded as she glanced in the corner of her eye to the side of her when she heard somebody walked nearby. It was Stacy, Kyo fell silent for a bit, looking off to the side, she hadn't chat much with Stacy to her own knowledge, she was probably looking for something is what Kyoko thought, but to her surprise, she stood alongside with her as she greeted with a simple gesture. Kyo looked towards Stacy's direction, "Hey." And didn't say anything for a couple of seconds before conversing once more, "Stacy, right?" Pause. "If you don't already know, I'm Kyoko. Kyo for short." She was struggling to converse any further, she really didn't know what to talk about other than the weather or the ship's destination, but those were topics stretched out far enough.


Out of the blue, Kyoko asked a question, "Are you, ya know? Trying to become the king of the pirates? I've been hearing about it more than ever and it seems like the most popular reason to even enter the Grand Line." She bluntly said, "I don't really care about it but even so, I don't think less of it. In fact, it just as on par with any other goal. But that's just me. People have their reasons for wanting to do something: I have mine and you have yours." Kyo was surprised at what she had blurted out, it was all on the top of her head and yet she spoke as if it was a topic ready to test out. She realized her words and quickly blurred it, "Sorry about that. I'm just being awkward. You don't have to answer if you don't have one." She was a bit nervous, something she didn't like to show but still kept her cool nature intact. Stacy probably had something to say about this, but it made Kyo more curious than afraid of her response. Either way, it was comforting for her, to speak to someone new, making friends seemed more ideal than making enemies, especially at a time like this.


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Stacy Beauregard



"Yeah, I know. Wouldn't be very polite of me to enjoy the meals you've cooked over the past few days without knowing your name," Stacy replied in a casual comment while shrugging her shoulders. Her words followed her line of thinking although she supposed it was quite possible for someone to exist who might disagree with her. What it really came down to for Stacy was that not knowing people's names was very lazy and if there was one thing Stacy didn't approve of, it was that. Laziness.

"Yeah, though. I'm Stacy." Although the simple confirmation didn't quite seem necessary, Stacy decided to take the time to say it.

She found her eyes gazing out over the foggy water, wondering what could be out there that they couldn't see. She'd decided to stay on deck partially because she still didn't have an answer to whether or not Garret's glass rods had worked or not and partially because she knew something could go wrong and if it did, she wanted to be one of the first to know about it so she could fix it. Waiting, though, had it's own boredoms.

Kyo's question seemed to come out of the blue and there was no doubt that it caught Stacy by surprise. It showed on her face at the very least. "No. I do not seek to be king of the pirates nor do I think that a lot of people who seek it deserve it. I met a captain back in Mirstone who was too silly to know anything much and he wanted the treasure." She slowly shook her head as she smiled a bit. "Let's just say he won't actually be able to get it anymore." If there was one thing to be said about Stacy, it was that she had no shame in drawing satisfaction from bad things happening to people who got on her bad side.

"No, I'm here because I'm running and if I'm going to run, I might as well do something useful while I'm at it. I like to think that keeping a ship afloat is useful." It was probably one of the more truthful comments Stacy had made since boarding the ship.

And here we get to one of Stacy's primary flaws. She struggles with actually standing around and just talking. She was the kind of person who much preferred being productive and since she wasn't actually getting anything done while talking to Kyo, she really couldn't sustain the conversation too well. Sighing to herself, she pushed off the rail and walked over to Garret. "Would it help if I took the helm, Captain?" she asked. That at least would be something useful.


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Ferra had kept her place at the front of the craft, even as her hairs raised what with Garret coming up nearer to her to utilise his special talents. That and the number of people spilling out on deck. She knew they had picked up a number of people, but the former Marine had little to no interest in socialising. If anything she was more intent on avoiding such things. While she harboured no ill will towards Stacy, her mind couldn't help but continue to fall back onto the fact that there was a serious discrepancy in how the world was viewed by most others, and in how Ferra had come to understand the way things operated.


Despite the captain's obvious efforts in checking the surroundings as she had advised Ferra meticulously scanned the waters as far as she could see into the depths of the mist. She hated it. She had long ago come to dislike things that hampered her standard abilities. Contrary to popular belief, she did not actually drink as much as people believed she ever did, and had a tendency to keep her options, in case of any scenario, open. Fog, however, impeded her vision, and it gave her a ghostly sense of claustrophobia that she didn't care to be reminded of.


"I would advise, if we are close, we try to make land sooner rather than later or set anchor and wait this accursed mist out. It is ill-advised to sail with our navigational options hampered so much." she stated as her eyes watched for anything that was out of the ordinary. Due to habit and tactical knowledge, Ferra set off down the portside of the craft, following along the railing as her vision gouged at the mist in an attempt to make sure that there was no one attempting to follow them in the fog either. Her route took her around the border of the ship and past many of the current crew, but she acknowledged none of them until she came alongside Stacy.


"The poles I mentioned earlier, do we have at least one of them tucked away on this vessel. I can acquire it myself if we do, but I would expect you would know before anyone else would."


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Garret Z. Alistair
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Garret peered out ahead of the ship with an odd feeling. Something seemed off to him, but he couldn't tell what. He just had a feeling. However he was pulled back from his weird feelings of suspicion and unease by Stacy. He turned away from the ocean to speak to her directly. "The helm? Hm. Yes, that would help me concentrate more on what else I'm doing. It gets a bit tiring trying to control all the ship parts at the same time, y'know?" He gave a tired smile and remembered he was no longer alone on this ship. He didn't have to do everything himself now. He had to admit, it was pretty nice not being alone. "Oh and Ferra, I don't believe I have anything of the sort on my ship unfortunately. Never really occurred to me I could use something like that before today. Though now I'll make sure to get a couple when we make land."


Garret turned back around and found himself surprised by a chunk of wood floating into view and bumping into his glass pole. He leaned a bit over the side to look at it and found the words "Woodtanic" printed on it in white paint. Almost.... almost like the name of a ship. His eyes widened as he glanced up into the fog and more splintered bits of wood and debris began floating into view. A few pieces were large enough people might have clung to them for survival. Garret turned to Ferra and Stacy with a look of determination in his eyes. "It appears there has been a shipwreck. There might be survivors nearby." Garret looked out into the fog and simply yelled, not seeing anything wrong with the idea. "Hello, is anybody alive out there?!"


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One second Raikou is just waking up in the morning to a lot of commotion, the next his room comes apart at the seams and the blue envelopes the world. He instinctively grabbed his sword as the water current pushes it towards him before he is swept away by the force of rushing water. The cause he would never know as he was just waking up as it happened. All he did know for an indeterminable amount of times he would scramble to the surface of water for air before being hit with some large piece of debris and sometimes getting pieces of his clothing hooked onto other pieces forcing him underwater and having to scramble back to the surface. All he wanted was to get off his butt and makes some money, he decided he could entertain the crew with swordsmanship tricks and besides when he saw the ship docked one day he saw many beautiful women coming and going he couldn't help himself. His old town's inhabitants were right, thinking with the wrong brain will be the death of him.


Now he was exhausted slumped over a piece of debris he managed to crawl on top of and now his grip was slackening on the Raikouken. When he zoned out he felt the sword slip from his grasp into the water. He grew panicked and dived in after it, he followed it deep and deeper by the time he retrieved it he was too deep. He tried to swim back to the surface but was now breathing in water and slowly loosing consciousness. He panicked making panic cries for help and flailing but now slipping and tiring as the world got darker.


Passed out on a hunk of wood was shayden, reminiscing all of the wonderful memories she and her fellow crew mates shared on the seas. She remembered the time she first met them, they gave her the means to live her own life. If they hadn't shown up at her sister's for weapon repairs that day, she'd probably be still mooching off her parents and sisters instead of sailing off on adventures as a pirate in the blues. She was truly grateful to the captain for giving her the chance to join them, the chance to make friends and become who she is today. She was proud to have called her self a member of the woodhook pirates, and had no regrets about spending her life as a criminal as she completely enjoyed it. Thoughts of farewell ended the string of self recollection bringing upon her a curtain of black, when suddenly.... "Hello, is anybody alive out there?!" A voice echoed throughout her head dragging her back into reality. Shayden searched for a sign of understanding. Was she dead? Or alive?
Rising to her feet,  she began clapping her face a few times trying to make sense of her situation. Consequent to checking her surroundings, her eyes soon met upon a shadow in the mist, it was big and moving towards her with little haste. Figuring it was a ship she called out to it, hoping the passengers wouldn't mind assisting her. "Yeah!!! Over here!!!" She balanced herself on the raft-like wood, flailing her arms about without considering that the fog played a vicious role in her being spotted.  Shayden noticed pieces of the once known woodtanic scattered around her location, wondering if any other crew members survived. 


The violet haired girl began leaping from debris to debris, looking for a sign of her comrades. Even though chances are she was the only one, but that didn't slow her one bit. "If any of you guys are still around, answer me alright?! There's a ship approaching and i'm pretty sure it's gonna be our only ticket outta here!" Landing her final jump on a long piece of wood, she skated towards the end before leaping into the water. It was time for an underwater search. Shayden's magenta eyes caught sight of someone sinking slowly. The presence of bubbles showing that they had already lost a lot of air, and were probably on the verge of zoning out.Though she wasn't confident in her skills as a swimmer, she headed their direction at a desperate pace as the possibility that it could've been a crew member crossed her mind. She focused everything she had to reach her target, wasting no time in hauling them out of the water. Upon breaking the sea surface, she gasped for air, once again greeted by the foggy atmosphere. Dragging the person she'd rescued and herself onto some wood, she looked around for the ship she saw earlier. They needed help more than ever. 
 

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It was a girl!  Laura began to open her mouth to call out to her when suddenly she dives into the water. "Where is she going?" She says
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out loud not caring who heard her. Less than a minute later the girl pops back up this time with an unconscious boy with her. She quickly runs to a near my rope ladder and climbs down onto a piece of debris. "I'm going to see what's wrong. I figure that guy needs medical attention, so get one fast. If I thinks something is fishy about them I'll tell you." Without waiting for an answer she begins heading towards the two people. She jumps into the water and swims around a lot of the debris. Finally, she makes it over to the two. She climbs onto where the guys at any looks down at him. "What happen? Are you guys,okay?" Laura feels for a pulse. She sighs with relief.
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As soon as Garret had agreed to it, Stacy took over the steering of the vessel that carried them along. Of course, she still had to rely on Garret’s direction because he was the one gauging what was in the way and ensuring that they wouldn’t run into anything. “Makes sense,” she replied to his comment, not really having much to say on the matter. After that, her attention turned to simply guiding the ship along because she really didn’t have the active concentration available to pay attention to what was going on elsewhere on the ship.

Luckily for her, steering the ship involved paying attention to what was laying ahead of them and it was kind of hard to miss all the debris floating along in the water. There was a question that made its way into her mind. ‘If there’s a shipwreck this close to our destination, is this a place we still want to even try to go to?’ She didn’t verbalize it yet, though, because she heard Garret call out to survivors and her eyes set to searching for any that might have stood out.

Hearing the voice that called back within the fog, Stacy’s eyes tried to find the source but she was unsuccessful. For a moment, she moved towards the rail to look more attentively, but then she realized that abandoning the helm might be a bad idea given the situation. Someone in control was definitely a wise idea. For that reason, she didn’t leave her spot. She was grateful, then, when Laura seemed to take control of finding the source of the voices.

“Be careful!” she called out to Laura.

Her eyes turned to scan the other members of the ship and she realized that they should try to do something to make it easy for people to get on board the ship once they had been recovered. “Is there a rope we can toss out to pull them back up?” she asked, although the question wasn’t directed at anyone in particular.


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Garret glanced frantically out into the fog as Lara dived over the side of the boat. She apparently saw survivors and was headed to get them. Garret was searching for others when Stacy asked about a rope of some kind to help them. "Yes, there's a rope ladder in the storage room below deck. I'm going to drop the anchor so feel free to leave the wheel to go get it!" As he said this Garret ran to the port side of the boat where he had a quick release system set for the ships anchor. Releasing it the anchor dropped swiftly into the shrouded water below, a loud splash accompanying it's entry point. After what felt like a short eternity it hit the sea floor and they slowed to a stop, moving only slightly as the rather muted ocean waves slapped against the ship. 


Garret cast his eyes back out to the foggy mists that seemed to be thinning ever so slightly. He could make out a few human shapes he assumed were Lara and those she found. He was preparing to call out to them again when something large slapped into the probing glass poles he had extended from the front of the boat. One of them shattered approximately halfway up from the force of it. His eyes widened as he realized whatever that was, it wasn't simply a fish. He ran to the front of the boat and glanced down into the water, trying to determine if the thing was still down there. After a few moments he saw an intimidatingly large shape make another pass by the glass poles. He turned and yelled out to Lara and the people with her. "LARA, you and whoever you found need to get back to the ship immediately. There is something huge in the water!"


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Laura Ray Young
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Suddenly, something hit under the debris making in move. "GO, head to the ship! I got him!" Even though Laura was small she was able to carry the guy on her back. It wasn't easy though and not falling in the water was even harder. As quick and carefully as she could she hoped from debris to debris. Again something hit under her making her loose her balance. "Come on, don't die one me." She finally makes to the boat and she sets the guy down. "Hey I need some help. We got one unconscious and close to death. And a girl..." She said looking around nervously into the water. "I prefer not dying today."


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Stacy Beauregard



The moment it seemed that she’d been freed from her duty of steering the ship, Stacy moved to release the wheel and she started heading down below deck to grab the ladder her captain had mentioned. Then a thought occurred to her when she heard Laura yell out. If one of them was unconscious, a ladder wouldn’t exactly be helpful to bring them back onto the deck of the ship. Before letting that thought worry her too much, though, Stacy decided there were still lives that could be saved with the retrieval of the ladder so she continued that quest.

Since she’d been doing a lot of work on the ship as they’d been sailing, Stacy found herself to be quite familiar with the layout of the ship. When Garret mentioned a storage room, she knew which one he was talking about. That was probably a good thing because although she hadn’t seen whatever it was that was coming towards the ship, she had heard the captain’s warning about it. Stacy was working fast as it was.

The ladder wasn’t too hard to find and once Stacy had it, she quickly made her way back up the steps and onto the main deck before tossing it over the side. “Are you going to be able to get them both up?” Stacy called down to Laura. Realizing that it didn’t seem very likely, she glanced over to Garret and added, “Hey, Captain! I think we might need some help getting everyone on deck.”

Her eyes turned and watched the creature in the water, wondering what on earth it was and how much work it was going to leave for her to add on to the ship once they had finished with whatever this situation was turning into.


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After finding that the item she had initially been hoping to find wasn't actually going to be found on the ship Ferra opted to settle for the next best thing. That was to, of course, climb the mast. It wasn't that it was a default for everything either. Sure, she preferred to disappear up the mast and stay far and away from people. And perhaps it gave her that familiar and safe sense of isolation when she was asleep. But none of that mattered now, not for this scenario.


Eyes cutting through the fog as keenly as they could, it didn't take more than moments for Ferra to see the first bits of debris. While many may have thought to call out first she kept her tongue in check and set her rifle butt into her shoulder and used the scope to enhance her vision. Her eyes played a morbid game of connect the dots between the pieces of ship, sail and other 'debris' that she had a guess may have been human, but without fishing it out she'd have to go by her gut. And her gut told her she didn't want to fish any of it out. During this time she managed to pick out two people, one laying across wood, and another beginning to bound from piece to piece. She could have called out yet again, but there was a good chance they hadn't been noticed, and it would not be her voice to betray her to a potential ambush.


"Hello, is anybody alive out there?!"


No, not her voice, but her captain's clearly had that covered. 


Not pulling her sight from the wreckage, the former Marine kept an eye out for any sign of an ambush even as one of her crewmates, Laura, leaped overboard to help. Whether it was her standard survival instinct, her callousness, her anti-social tendencies or her experience, but Ferra couldn't help but feel it would be better to just leave them and keep moving even as the ship came to stop. Listing in the water idly was the craft that held her, and all she knew was that somewhere in the misty waters was whatever had destroyed the craft. An anticipatory bead of sweat slid down across the side of her eye and despite the irritation it caused Ferra didn't once pull her attention away from her scanning until she felt it.


A small shiver through the craft she only noticed due to her near constant ship life in the Marines.


Her first thought was that they had found land, at least a small hillock under the water, but two things caused her to grip her rifle tighter than before. First was Garret's words of something being in the water. The second was the faint outline of something massive that had just crossed under the craft. Shifting to a better vantage, Ferra tried to figure out where the creature would next be given it's chosen direction and rough estimates on its speed. Instead she just found flowing water and more debris. Thinking quickly her eyes found the people amongst the water yet again and she couldn't stop herself from reasoning that it would be best to condemn them to the brine save for one issue. Laura was off the ship.


There was nothing Ferra had personal between her and the girl either. They'd hardly talked, and while she'd seen much of all the crew from her position, she didn't imagine they saw her much unless they were intentionally trying to get her attention. If anything Laura was just another member of the crew. But for all that Laura wasn't to Ferra, there was a list of things she was. Competent to a sense, respectful of Ferra's wishes to be alone... and hopeful. Stupidly, naively hopeful. To the point she'd essentially run into an ambush to save a handful of castaways that likely weren't worth their own weight in manure.


Shrugging out of her Blackheart's Recompense and leaving it draped across the crow's nest, Ferra, now only wearing her standard clothes, grabbed a rope and slid down it quickly, swinging just enough to land next to Garret as Stacy called for aid.


"Worry about your crew Garret, I'll take care of the rest."


Running to the far side of the ship, her eyes quickly began picking a route across a number of pieces of substantial debris she could work with even as she leaped over the side of the ship without breaking stride. Landing on the first piece of debris she'd mentally routed herself on, Ferra pulled her rifle around and fired a round into the water as she bounded to the next piece. Her next bound saw her reloading her rifle, and the bound after that saw her firing it yet again into the water. If everything was going according to pan, she'd easily be drawing any attention the sea beast had towards herself and away from the rest of the crew.


She just hoped they would move fast.


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[SIZE=18pt]Shayden Caroline Wolfenhouzer[/SIZE]

A new face appeared on the scene, checking the unconscious man for a sign of life. The girl seemed relieved. "Pretty much."  Answering her second question and standing on some debris with their helper, Shayden located the now much closer and crystal clear ship.Taking little time to recover some of the energy she'd had lost in her water rescue and to savor the gift of oxygen in her lungs, she began stretching in attempt to relax the tension in her muscles. "Ahh finally, a way outta this-" Something had brushed by below the piece keeping them afloat, trailed by the all too familiar voice that opened her eyes earlier. Reverting her attention to her old crewmate, only to be reassured about his safety and told to run for the ship. Nodding to the young girl she made her way to the sea vessel with great haste.

Upon advent at the ship Shayden glanced back at the two arriving, then up at the hull and railing. There was a rope ladder, and from what she was hearing from them, doubts of it being efficient for evacuating everyone aboard was heavy, not to mention the fact that they weren't alone in the waters. Powerful foot steps racing off the deck, onto and across the wreck fearlessly, as a woman now in view started firing shots into the water. Turns out she was actually taking all of the aggro from the unknown creature off of them and the ship, giving her more time to come up with a solution. "If she's willing to got out of her way then who am i to stop her. Hey go on up, i'll turn this thing into a pulley so we can get'em up there safe and sound." 
 
Garret Z. Allistair, Ferra McKlinnen, and The Creature


Everything began happening so quickly. Stacy came up with the ladder and Garret went to help her get Laura on board. One of the survivors was conscious and trying to turn the end of the rope ladder into a pulley to get their friend on deck. On top of all this, Ferra yelled for him to take care of the crew and hopped overboard and onto the debris, firing shots at whatever was in the water. At first it didn't seem to work and Garret grimaced as he felt the... thing take a bite out of the bottom of the boat. How it didn't immediately die from sheer mass blood loss as all that glass shattered in it's mouth Garret didn't know.


Garret yelled after her. "Be careful out there, your a crewmate too, y'know!" Meanwhile Garret tried to figure out how to help with the situation at hand. He sighed to himself. Sometimes he really wished he was as a good on the spot thinker as his dad was. As he looked at the ladder and those below a thought came to him. After tying the rope ladder off as tightly as he could to the ships railing, he also encased the rope and railing in thick glass. Afterwards he descended the ladder to help get the unconscious person safely on board. 


Meanwhile, the shadow of the creature seemed to finally take notice of Ferra's attempts to attract its attention. It completely moved away from the ship and the now growing shadow seemed to be headed straight towards her. Clearly rising towards the surface as it approached.


Alighting from flotsam to flotsam easily with a remarkable grace that belied the weight her armour surely added to her Ferra eyed the water warily for signs of the beast that was so clearly hunting after them. She hadn't been able to make out much of anything on the ship either, but eventually she quickly figured out by the dark spot in the water honing in in her position that she had, in fact, achieved her goal.


Shifting her rifle to her back and tightening the sling to hold it fast, the woman found her left hand dropping to her hip and her fingers encircling the ever familiar grip of her sabre, eyes narrowing fiercely as she prepared for what was sure to come from the depths below her.


As Ferra prepped for the creature to emerge, the tip of what quickly revealed itself to be a large dorsal fin broke the surface. Though something was clearly off. Rather than the common shiny sheen of a sharks dorsal fin, this one seemed to be rather lacklustre colour-wise. Not to mention parts seemed to be rotting away, and others almost seemed to shine as if they were metallic. In fact as the fin grew closer it was clear parts of it were in fact made of steel. Just as it seemed like it was about to surface, the fin went straight under, and a few moments later the end of a large, human sized tail smacked into the debris Ferra was standing on.


As her eyes began to take in details and her mind began putting them together, Ferra couldn't help but curse loudly as she realised this wasn't going to be nearly as easy as she had initially anticipated. Readying herself for it's lunge, she was caught completely unprepared when it instead shifted its route and slammed it's massive bulk of a tail against her debris. 


The force of the hit easily threw the debris, and Ferra with it, above the waves, and despite her best attempts to try to manoeuvre herself into a better position, she ultimately found herself sodden as her body broke through the surface of the sea. Despite her flight Ferra kept tight hold of her blade, and as she hit the water she almost immediately began kicking to get her head above water to take a deep breath. Satisfied with the capacity of her lungs, the woman let herself slip beneath the waves once more as she rounded herself until she caught sight of a dark mass in the water with her, though still at a distance that she couldn't get a proper look. 


Pushing her body through the water, Ferra readied her blade as best as she could as she prepared for the beast to charge, much more ready for its attack underwater than if she'd had her head above it.


The creature made what was both a graceful, and an unnatural, sudden twist to turn back towards Ferra. The motion belied speed one would not reasonably expect from a creature of such a size. As it homed in on where Ferra had broke through the water it began moving at full speed straight towards her. As it did she would get her first real glance at what it was she was in the water with. 


While it's tail was as wide as a full grown person, only the thickest portion of its body was that wide. The rest was three fourths to half as wide, but appeared bloated which is why it seemed so large. It was approximately fifteen feet in length and it's every motion seemed unnatural. As she laid eyes on it's face and body she would find that parts of it looked a poorly preserved corpse. Rotting bits floating away as it swam, especially where a few small furrows gave hint to injuries from the ship's broken glass. In other places there were patches of steel and in one place a loose wire of some kind. As it opened it's mouth it revealed a maw full of serrated metal blades.


Knowing there wasn't a word in the world fit enough to describe how she felt about the beast Ferra readied herself for it's attack as it came lancing towards her. Trying to get her sword arm into position, the creature, which was not a mindless as she might have thought, seemed to hone in on her left arm and bite down on it. Thankfully her armour held it, but the scraping of the metal on metal and the pressure on her arm was it's own misery. Further more with her sword arm latched onto there was little she could do with her blade. 


Instead she twisted around and began punching at the creature with her other arm before feeling around and beginning to try to dig her metal clad fingers into it's eye with her right hand. Apparently realising her intent the beast gave her a good shake before letting go a swimming a ways from her. Still, she knew well enough that it didn't seem finished with her yet. She also knew that she need to breath. Kicking furiously, Ferra managed to breach the surface and get a breath in, intent on getting as much oxygen as possible before ducking back under water.


The shark, if you wish to call it that, shook it's head back and forth as it spat out a tooth or two. Then, locking back on to Ferra it made to grab her by the legs. As it bit on to her there was yet another horrible scraping of metal on metal, and even more pressure then when it grabbed her arm. As it latched on to her legs, it made to swim straight down as if to drown Ferra and on the ocean floor. 


Feeling the beast clamp down on her legs just as she got a lungful of air, there was no surprise in her mind when it pulled her straight down. Instead of the panic or rush many would have had there was instead a simmering fire in the woman as she twisted herself as best as she could to get at the monster. Eyeing the angle, she rammed her sword deep into the beast's snout, doing her best to push the blade further and further until she finally found herself with a new point pressing against her leg through it's mouth. Happy with the results, Ferra began to jerk tug and pull the blade every which was she could, doing her damnedest to hurt it as much as possible will also trying to wrench the teeth encircling her leg free.


At the same rate that her oxygen was depleting, her rage was rising, quickly reaching a boiling point in which she gave a final, forceful shove to her sword that gave enough leverage to rip her leg from its mouth. Unfortunately in the process a sliver of a 'tooth' found it's way into a crease in the plates and sank into her flesh below. Ignoring the pain and venting any she did feel straight to her anger, only one thought crossed through the former captain's mind.


'Fuck you, bite me I'll fucking bite you!'


Remembering that sharks were supposedly weak on their snouts, and still trying to disentangle herself from the front of the shark and wrench her blade free, Ferra twisted about and sank her teeth deeply into her opponents usually sensitive sensory organ before tearing a full chunk of flesh off with a water gurgling roar. With the added leverage also allowing her to finally pull he blade free she immediately began swimming for the surface once more.


This time, however, when she breached the water she didn't stop for a breath, but instead quickly climbed aboard the nearest piece of debris before calling out.


"Garret! We need to leave, now!"


As she called out she was already plotting a route back to the ship with one eye...


And keeping an eye on the water with the other...


The shadow of the creature seemed to move erratically under the water, churning it up and moving the debris Ferra clung to. Then suddenly the erratic motion stopped, and when the churned up water finally settled the creature wasn't where it had been. In fact no matter where Ferra seemed to look there was no trace of where it had gone.


Taking the opportunity where she had it, she quickly made her way back to the ship and climbed aboard. She was done swimming for the day... likely the week. Moving across the deck to stand at Garret's side, she readied herself to load the last of the people and get the craft underway.


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Somehow, they had gotten everyone onto the deck of the ship.

 


Stacy wasn’t sure how it happened. All she knew was that she had been nearly useless throughout the entire process. Maybe she had helped pull someone up. Even then, though, her own strength was minimal and likely hadn’t done most of it. Garret did that work. Stacy wasn’t quite sure how he’d moved so fast. One moment, he was down helping to do… she didn’t exactly know what… and then he was standing next to her pulling people up. And Stacy was certain he could have done it without her help.

 


She should have stayed down below and just kept fixing things. Then she wouldn’t have felt like a complete and total waste of space. Things probably would have been more efficient had she not been standing in someone’s way, after all. She had grabbed the ladder, though. That had to count for something, she supposed, because if someone else had done it, it would have taken up time that they likely hadn’t had. She still felt useless, though.

 


Once everything was all calm and settled - at least, as much as it was going to get - Stacy nodded briefly to Garret. “I’m going to go see what kind of damage this thing did to the ship. We should keep moving and quickly because I don’t know how many more hits the ship can take and float. The glass helps, but even glass can shatter under pressure and an intact ship is always the best option.” There was a sharpness to her tone, not because she was angry with anyone in particular, but because she was angry with herself. The only thing she could be useful for here was fixing things. And that meant once everything was fixed, she was as good as thrown overboard because her own boredom would force her into the water. It was a good thing they seemed to keep breaking things, but even that would wear her patience in time.



For the moment, it seemed better to keep her grumbling to herself, though. Her feet carried her downstairs, tools still in her belt as they had been when she came up, and she set to work.


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Yukihime 'Azalea' White & Mr. Dango
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Setting


Neogenesis Island


Dawning Village


Time: A bit prior to noon


Current Weather: Windy with heavy fog, normal


Temperature: 45 degrees F (7.2 degrees C)


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The morning bustle of the village had begun a mere hour or so earlier, but already things seemed to be in full swing. As the light, cool winds of the sea swept through the village it touched upon the villagers going about their morning duties. For about the first hour, interspersed amongst the bustling villagers were the forms of what appeared to be humans at first glance, but would only be described as monstrosities upon further inspection. The villagers seemed to pay them no mind and as daybreak neared they seemed to retreat deep into the forest, as they did every morning. There was a visible relaxation from those in the village as they did. Though as the sound of gunfire rang out over the foggy ocean the villagers tensed once more. It seemed like today could be the first time in a while that they had new arrivals to the island. Though the question would be how many, and what would they act like towards the village?


 


Yukihime was shopping for groceries at the local market. She was constantly smiling, and her appearance had quite the impact. She was tall, elegant, and beautiful. But what probably had the greatest impact was the fact that she was dressed in her white yukata and wearing sandals while there were 7 degrees outside. Coupled with the fact that she was completely white (white hair, white gadgets, white yukata, white sandals, fair skin), and had masmerizing blue eyes, made her appearance rather surreal.


 


One would think: Wouldn't she catch a cold? No, not in her case. In fact, most people have a misconception about the argument at hand. One does not simply catch a cold because of the low temperature outside, they do it because of he viruses in the air. But Yukihime had incredible contaminant resistance, and a strong immune system. Such viruses wouldn't even affect her. Plus, contrary to what people may think, Yukihime had more than one type of yukata. Sure they were all white, and at a first glance looked really simillar, but each one was designed for a different season.


 


The young woman didn't even flinch because of the monstrosities, but sighed as she heard the gun shots. "This place has a rotten side. But...every rotten apple will eventually fall from the tree, decompose, and become nourishment to maintain the healhty plants. It's only a matter of time. And somehow, I will accelerate that time" she thought, as she continued to smile and walk around the local market.


 


As Yukihime passed by a selection of stalls dedicated to vegetables and fruits, she found herself waved over to a particular elderly man's stand. While most might assume he was a grumpy old man from the set of his jaw and his almost aggressive posture, his eyes belied happiness. Though he didn't smile, it was clear he was happy to see her 


 


"Well good mornin' there, Miss Yuki. Or should I say Dr. Yuki! Out fer' a bit of shoppin'?" 


 


"You flatter me, Mr. Dango. I still haven't gotten my degree, so it's a bit too much to call me a doctor. Simply Yuki is fine" she giggled "But yes, I am shopping. You have fine goods as usual" she said that as she was inspecting the vegetables and fruits. "Is your grand daughter doing well?" she asked as she selected a few goods.


 


The old man let out a low chuckle as she complimented his selection. Even after getting to the age where most of the hunters and gatherers retired in their village, he prided himself with the ability to find the best produce in the wilds of their forest. "Thank ya much, Miss Yuki. Even though ya don't have a degree yet, ya still healed up my granddaughter.  So to me you're a doctor in all but name. Tell ya what, today's produce is on the house. It's he least I can do!" He cracked a rare, momentary smile in her direction. "Don't let any body else here though!"


 


Yukihime smiled softly. Initially she wanted to politely refuse, but she knew that Mr. Dango would be sad if she did. "I gracefully accept your gift. Do not worry, my lips are sealed" she said, as her smile became brighter. But just a few moments later, something about her changed. She was more serious, more...cold. Her facial expression didn't change, but one could tell if they looked into her eyes. "I'd like to ask you a simple question. Let's say there's an apple tree, with one rotten fruit, which for some reason doesn't fall. You try to force it once, twice, a hundred times, but it still doesn't fall. But you don't give up, and one day you discover its weakness. Nonetheless you are presented with a choice. And here comes the question: If you had the power to control such a thing, would you let it slowly fall and naturally decompose, or would you accelerate the process?" as she finished, it only took a few seconds for Yukihime's eyes to return to normal. "You can think of it as a cute little riddle" she giggled.


 


Mr. Dango tilted his head quizzically at the young lady's question. "A bit outta the blue Miss Yuki. An odd riddle too." He pursed his lips to the side in thought for a moment. One could comically note it looked like he had eaten something rather sour. "Well as a man after the best and healthiest produce, I'd accelerate the process. Unhealthy plants often spread their problems to healthy food after all." He nodded assuredly. "Yup yup. That's what I'd do fer sure."


 


"Good answer, Mr. Dango. I was asked this riddle once as well, but many years ago. It is of great importance to me, and can be useful. The choice the one asked makes helps the person asking to understand whether that person has a passive, or active outlook on life. Whether they are the type that don't interfere, or that are people of action. From my point of view, it's always better to be a person of action" she paused a little before making a final question: "Don't you agree, Mr. Dango?".


 


Mr. Dango arched an eyebrow and looked to the forest for a brief moment. "Well Miss Yuki, that all depends. What some might consider being a person of action looks suicidal to others. As any good hunter or gatherer knows there are times where inaction is the best action. Patience is just as important as trait as power in many cases. A lesson I learn more the older I get!" He let out a low chuckle. "Though I suspect I may not sway ya from yer intended action. Just be careful, ya hear?"


 


"Naturally, Mr. Dango. I, too, belive that patience is the key to success. Nonetheless, if I see an opportunity, I seize it" was Yukihime's reply. "It was nice talking to you, Mr. Dango. I have some more shopping to do, so I'll have to go. Stay healthy!" she giggled as she walked away.


 


Mr. Dango waved to Miss Yuki as she went. "Will do. Thanks again Miss Yuki!" He watched her go and afterwards looked to the foggy sea with a concerned expression  He had a feeling things were gonna change 'round here. He just hoped for the better.


 
 
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