07-18-2019, 01:08 AM
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Crow made the journey to the island of pirates in a most unfortunate situation—around his back was strapped a bag with a rather smelly cargo inside: a half-rotted head, and the only indication of where it had come from was the sand caked into the crevices in its skin. It was decomposed almost beyond recognition, and there it sat against his flank, separated only by a piece of cloth. He could only take so much buzzing of flies before he started to get annoyed, and a grateful sigh slipped from his maw when he finally stepped onto dry land after plodding through puddles for some time. It meant he was almost there, and he could finally get rid of his unwanted luggage.
Anxiety gnawed at his stomach as he invited himself into the Typhoon's main camp, which was still decorated for the party, and it would not be long before he discovered the owner of the head strung up in a tree and mangled. It was almost enough to make him ill, and he turned his head away and dropped the bag before letting out a pitiful call. "G-Goldie?" he stuttered, "I, uh, I found somethin' for you."
Crow made the journey to the island of pirates in a most unfortunate situation—around his back was strapped a bag with a rather smelly cargo inside: a half-rotted head, and the only indication of where it had come from was the sand caked into the crevices in its skin. It was decomposed almost beyond recognition, and there it sat against his flank, separated only by a piece of cloth. He could only take so much buzzing of flies before he started to get annoyed, and a grateful sigh slipped from his maw when he finally stepped onto dry land after plodding through puddles for some time. It meant he was almost there, and he could finally get rid of his unwanted luggage.
Anxiety gnawed at his stomach as he invited himself into the Typhoon's main camp, which was still decorated for the party, and it would not be long before he discovered the owner of the head strung up in a tree and mangled. It was almost enough to make him ill, and he turned his head away and dropped the bag before letting out a pitiful call. "G-Goldie?" he stuttered, "I, uh, I found somethin' for you."