02-14-2016, 04:06 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-14-2016, 04:18 AM by Magikeeper.)
Location: A secluded part of the coast near Tiburon.
Castor stared out at the gentle curve of the ocean horizon. It seemed perfect. No boats or clouds. No islands. There were islands out there, beyond the horizon which was over thirty miles away if he remembered his lessons correctly. He didn't care about most of the islands. Only one. It was nearly a year ago that he had set sail with a bearing that he thought would lead him to Orl Island. He had sailed for three days. But it wasn't there. He hadn't believed the rumors about the island where a group of pirates made their base. That it moved. But he had seen it with his own eyes. Or rather, not seen it at all.
How was he supposed to find an island that moved? He had been developing his technique of locating things he had a mental image of. He had come a long way. But it seemed like every time he tried to locate his... anchor... it was in a different place. When he closed his eyes, he could see her. Often she was lying down. Other times standing or walking slowly. But always surrounded by blackness. He couldn't see who or what was around her. Nothing that could give him a clue as to how to get to the island. But he knew, at least, that she was still alive. That being the case, he would never give up trying to get to her.
He sat down on the large rock he had been standing on, one of many along the coast. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wooden flute. Bringing it to his lips, he began playing. It was a familiar melody. One he had played many times for his fiance. He wasn't sure what he hoped in playing it. There were many things he didn't understand in this world. But he thought it possible that the tune could reach her and give her something to hold on to; something to tell her she wasn't alone, abandoned. If that was all he could give her, he would stay in this spot and play this song until he couldn't anymore.
OOC Note: This thread will take place before Trip to Slant Rock Isle.
Castor stared out at the gentle curve of the ocean horizon. It seemed perfect. No boats or clouds. No islands. There were islands out there, beyond the horizon which was over thirty miles away if he remembered his lessons correctly. He didn't care about most of the islands. Only one. It was nearly a year ago that he had set sail with a bearing that he thought would lead him to Orl Island. He had sailed for three days. But it wasn't there. He hadn't believed the rumors about the island where a group of pirates made their base. That it moved. But he had seen it with his own eyes. Or rather, not seen it at all.
How was he supposed to find an island that moved? He had been developing his technique of locating things he had a mental image of. He had come a long way. But it seemed like every time he tried to locate his... anchor... it was in a different place. When he closed his eyes, he could see her. Often she was lying down. Other times standing or walking slowly. But always surrounded by blackness. He couldn't see who or what was around her. Nothing that could give him a clue as to how to get to the island. But he knew, at least, that she was still alive. That being the case, he would never give up trying to get to her.
He sat down on the large rock he had been standing on, one of many along the coast. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wooden flute. Bringing it to his lips, he began playing. It was a familiar melody. One he had played many times for his fiance. He wasn't sure what he hoped in playing it. There were many things he didn't understand in this world. But he thought it possible that the tune could reach her and give her something to hold on to; something to tell her she wasn't alone, abandoned. If that was all he could give her, he would stay in this spot and play this song until he couldn't anymore.
OOC Note: This thread will take place before Trip to Slant Rock Isle.