~ JOURNEY ~

~ Origins ~

  Fingers trembling unable to remain steadily after a sign of shock more nightmare induced sweats leaving stains upon his mattress his fever not managing to halter, his complexion growing more ghastly white as passing bells ticked on a clock inside his cabin and getting sicker. “Damn... Ye say one line and make a deal and does it ever come to haunt yer ass.” Recollecting a memory of a runaway youthful version of the Seeker who stood reciting “Enough of everyone’s crap, no one gives a damn, I’ll show them!  I’ll be someone that everyone listens to… Someone who holds their head higher than the rest!“ Thinking back on his own previous past, sitting down at his desk and pulling open a drawer grabbing a hold on a dusty log tome book where he wrote his old adventurers before they became to trifling to keep up with. An old pair of forgotten putrid panties left there that had been clung to the pages from moisturizing and being victim to drowning to the seabed a few couple of times still left it was oddly solid like crust had form eager he’d give it a look before collapsing on his back with his chair from the awful smell of it. “One would think I bedded a Lich! Leviathan, I regret doing that... Not the laying part as that formerly was an accolade! But the smelling, just now...”  He’d be coughing loudly the fumes have trouble leaving him, he’d pick it up and tipsy toe and hold it out with extended length from his face until arriving, outside his cabin and throw it overboard hearing it make a satisfying splash before returning back to the diary, despite he refused to call it that. Looking through the log of several of his crew-mates each adding their own sketches knowing he kept one early in his youth, Sol drawing tentacles that had wrapped around scanty clad women violating them and having them obtain a form of enriching pleasure. He was his childhoods best-mate nearly identical in age, Sol being slightly ahead. They were both skilled one became a better navigator both ascended to Captain in their present time, Sol was a perfectionist at the firearms while a shipwright and took the more ruthless missions that led him to becoming more of a cruel pirate and more greedy for gil than the lust that Kuro developed. N'erith drew a selected amount of Kouja flowers that only until Kuro’s adventurers began he met a woman with the knowledge that passed on to them the meaning and origins. Was the peaceful type and taught him about Shroud herbs and all the fancy things Alchemist could do and brew that eventually were adapted overtime. He was also the man responsible for inking their tattoos on each original Goldbrand matey after they passed training, each given a different Kouja pigmented eye symbolizing their own personas, that artistically almost glowed or wanted to pop out of the black skull’s socket. Captain Gark leaving a lit tear that had to be taped up from him trying to pry it from a young Kuro for spending time in the meadow of day dreaming instead of turning his quality time into making more adventurers into realities wanting him only to live at the fullest. Basically was his closest thing to a Father and kicked a younger Kuro’s ass all over the ship until he was taught something newly and improved even when drained of energy. Shayla, drew a smiley face with teeth as murder knives as her typical reference title aboard any who bedded her tended to be carved smiles whipping little deckhands into submission and force it. She taught Kuro how to properly be more aggressive and approachable to women and causing him to man up and lose the boy in him. Shon, often drawing food he once stolen but never knew the name of it so borrowed the diary so they could show the sketch and when they recruited a Chef they could get it made for their crew. Former Ishgardian Knight who fled and dropped out of training a Squire at most, it was through him Kuro learned how to fight with noble style sparring a more defensive style that had little to no guards to break. Keasei, was the younger sister of Shayla and crushed after Kuro at an earlier age always leaving sweet and inspiring literature in Hingan that often would get Kuro on the path of picking it up after many Moons to be able to go back through the encouraging messages some old droplets of tears still was left smudges from them. Mharo, the loudest of the bunch picked fights with everyone and encouraged everyone to drink constantly always teaching people how to be a drunkard and making each crewmate drink until they either became ironclad in bellies or having them personally kicked out of joining it was a dishonor for anyone to waste a single ounce of ale. Closing the book after rejoining in with his memories of fondness that sparkled the sea of his bay. He’d recall again passing words by his reader who foresaw him and his question given, “Miracle... I need to find where that is and obtain it, with so much supernatural existing, otherworldly sensations, treasures as sacred in age. What is hard to believe that this Miracle can’t be grasped? My survival is at it’s stake there’s always something! Someone can do to remedy or fight themselves for life! Especially when yer fists aren’t striking at open water, but are heavy and reliant of those in yer past memoirs.so you can push tides to swim for air, I don’t attend to forget or shackle myself and await to be reaped! I still have breathe in me yet... Perhaps it’s time I embrace those connections of mine and give them a call...Put usage in my resources and claims. He’d replay the audio floating in his mind of his Captain’s last parting words after his own induction into the crew officially before death ensued in his own interpretation with less pirate’s tongue. ‘A pirate willing to live at his his hanging, must be prepared for any worthy crew or akin to free him of restraints from the impact he created if his soul isn’t damned. If all ties were crossed from betraying yer light goes out and your fortune becomes lost for another fellow corsair to pick up the pieces, though being a brand of Gold, doesn’t mean you’re more wealthy and valuable than one person, It’s that ye can accept more than one person within your life and affect them with what you provide, that you make a difference! That all we struggle to prove isn’t for not. It’s not about playing hero, not about being the villain, it’s about living by a morale sticking with it and when ye see that fading. You shout... Shout and be the beacon that draws upon those who matter, ye treasure, will come. And they’ll uplift a worthy soul, all are opposed with burdens none can drop it all off shoulders. A Cap’n has a crew for that, to hold the extra loot. To uplift that they revere in-charge, ye one day boy. Will understand...” Kuro heaved a nasty sigh bellowing outward with acceptance, “I do, now.”

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Vulgarity lots of it.