Post by ogrins on Sept 16, 2008 21:27:35 GMT -5
Anthony froze. he was now crouched in an unappealing position, with his legs curved over a bar, supporting him as he looked through the window. he was somewhat agile for this, though looking at his backround and age, one would normally not think so. but somethign had him fixed enough to risk another injury. instinctively his hand traveled to his lower shoulder/forearm. he had been shot there two weeks earlier, but with his reputation, no sensible healer would aid him. in fact, no sensible person would aid him at all. at least, on land. it was here that 'Tony' found he was out on his own.
a bright day it had been. tuesday the eigth, of october. a chilly morning, but bright nonetheless. and yet the stillness of morning held through to the moonset. and then, everything went gray, and calypso's voice rang through the air, rang through his head, rang through the night. it ordered him through the dark, and showed him the way to live forever. it forbaded him, and yet entilled hope into his heart, and killed all his chance for it all together. he was bent on finding it. the scroll to the island in the midsea- the sea between the gray havens and middle earth. few sailors explored the wourld that lie there, for usually elves and their accomplices only traveled through to end their pain of the world. but he found life there, in the end of all places. and so he ventured to do the impossible. to live on forever, such as an elf, but not to have any weakness of theirs.
ringing, his mind flowed back to reality, where he hung, poised. ready for anything. the dark colored figure finally moved away from the canopy that conceled him. tony listened with happiness as the needy seller begged for more people to come and glace at his bruised fruits, his stolen jewlrey, anything that would possibly give him money. finally, with great regret, the seller dropped down onto the curb and fell into a fast sleep. it was now close to midnight, and no people roamed the streets. tony climbed out of hi small window and landed on the canopy of the booth. slowly rolling off, Tony caught himself with his arms. standing up on the firm ground, he peered into the dark and dusty collection of the peddeler. at last he located the target, inside held fast the prize. slinking like a panther toward it, he crawled over the few boxes set up aroudn the three walls, as sort of a counter to barter upon. now inside the small 'room', Tony blew the dust softly away from the wooden box, picked it up, and opened the lid. there inside, layed with great caution and glittering brightly, was a golden fastened scroll. he smiled sweetly to himself. success!
slinking across the two boxes once again, Tony climbed up the stairs to his room again. he was a rich man, at least according to his standards. he had enough loot to spare as well. and this new little treasure would surely get him everything he could ever need. how perfect.
he found himself in his room again. calcualting, this would be the last night he could afford right now. he only brought so much with him onto land, with the threat of more people and more clever brains to find his loot. he had been lucky though, either these people were duller than he had thought or they had no imaginativeness located in their brains, for none had found his stash of 'treasureous coins'. stolen they were, yes, but who else would know? no one.
and so Tony opened the box once again. it wasn't locked, anyone could open it. Tony had stalked this pleading peddeler far and wide, being almost called by the scroll. the peddeler had almost caught him the first time he had tried to swipe it, but Tony evaded him cleanly, after a few strings were pulled. in the end, the peddeler had gotten too tired to care for his articles protectively enough, and Tony seized his chance to overtake the prey. now to make it back to the ship and decode the darn charts.