46 Reverse crewing.. if that’s even a word.. (1/2)
A light yawn echoed out as I slowly walked down the pavilion entrance way and out onto the streets. Behind me the trio marched, waving around their sore muscles as they walked. A slightly red Terrick led the scantily clad slaves behind us.
I has already attempted to remove their chains, but they had insisted that they keep it on in favor of getting out of the place at the earliest instant. Sorren held onto a sack with all of our expenditures, all the while looking absolutely delirious with joy. ( Probably glad that we had finally left the people filled hall.)
With a chuckle I turned around, looking at the building that held a gaudy architecture encased on white marble. The hall looked positively resplendent in the twilight, the sun's dying rays striking the pointed ceiling at an angle.
At the gate of the huge structure, a sweating Armand could be seen running towards us on his somewhat thin-ish legs. ”Mr. Benefactor!! Wait !!” his gritty voice could be heard calling.
”Benefactor, I would like to thank you for allowing us the opportunity to make a stand in this half decennial event, you have given my family the chance to stand on stable footing for the next five years!
Thus I must warn you, benefactor, in good faith. The master of the San Juan family is known to be a petty man who is acclaimed for taking revenge at the smallest of slights. Further the San Juan family is known to be the only family of North blue, or at least in Rubeck with support from the grand line! Thus I would like to advice you, sir to skip town at the fastest to avoid having to deal with him”
Armand said, heaving for breath while clutching at his knees. ”I'll keep that in mind, thank you Gambino..” I said before making a swift turn and leading my troupe down into the city, that looked at its best during this time of twilight.
”Where to now Captain? We've already done all we should here, so back to sea is it?” Fawkes asked as we made our way into the thick of the city, the sun swiftly sinking into the horizon in the process.
”So you guys merchants?” A voice could be heard from behind me as the man we had 'purchased' asked his tone positively glowing with hope and skepticism, both in healthy proportions.
”Nah, we're pirates!” I replied, looking at the man squirm, to my surprise the previously calm and somewhat expressionless girl suddenly shift to a more active mote as she began paying attention to someone other than her lover, Terrick.
A sharp intake of breath later the man could be seen leaning against the walls of a nearby house and puking into the gutters as the girl looked at us with stars in her eyes. I would not lie, that was beginning to creep me out.
So of course, as a properly decent individual I immediately looked over at our newest recruit pointing at her with a questioning look on my face.