Post by Orion Adair on Dec 13, 2016 0:14:40 GMT
The ship rocked steady, gentle laps of water at its hull. Orion leaned on the railing, half bent over it, looking out at the horizon. He could almost pretend that the ship around him didn’t exist. The way his long hair fell around his face created a little isolated bubble only truly broken by the sounds on the deck. The crew of the ship he was traveling on were bustling and filled with eager energy. He could understand that. Off to his left, if he pulled back the curtain of silver strands, sat Loguetown. The long journey was finally at its end and also beginning.
No longer able to block out the sounds of activity as the crew prepared to make port, Orion stood upright and turned around to look at what exactly it was they were doing. He’d managed to pick up a few bits of knowledge in the time since he’d left Gracia, but what exactly they were doing and needed to do for the ship to not slam headlong into the island was as mysterious as the religion he’d left behind. Instead of getting caught up in the fuss, Orion stayed near to the railing, moving as required when anyone came around looking to actually have a job to do.
When the ship finally pulled up to the island and came to a stop, Orion was one of the first off. He smiled pleasantly at the captain and softly thanked him, but was honestly glad to be away from the crew when he finally set foot on the island. Standing on the edge of the sea with nothing but the plain shirt and pants on his back and the small knife at his side, Loguetown looked like a vast and alien place. Decision made, Orion pulled the headband hanging around his neck up to his forehead and headed into the city proper. He didn’t need much, and would be better off traveling light as he’d originally planned, but the first thing needed was supplies. Moreover, food. Money wouldn’t be terrible either.
No longer able to block out the sounds of activity as the crew prepared to make port, Orion stood upright and turned around to look at what exactly it was they were doing. He’d managed to pick up a few bits of knowledge in the time since he’d left Gracia, but what exactly they were doing and needed to do for the ship to not slam headlong into the island was as mysterious as the religion he’d left behind. Instead of getting caught up in the fuss, Orion stayed near to the railing, moving as required when anyone came around looking to actually have a job to do.
When the ship finally pulled up to the island and came to a stop, Orion was one of the first off. He smiled pleasantly at the captain and softly thanked him, but was honestly glad to be away from the crew when he finally set foot on the island. Standing on the edge of the sea with nothing but the plain shirt and pants on his back and the small knife at his side, Loguetown looked like a vast and alien place. Decision made, Orion pulled the headband hanging around his neck up to his forehead and headed into the city proper. He didn’t need much, and would be better off traveling light as he’d originally planned, but the first thing needed was supplies. Moreover, food. Money wouldn’t be terrible either.