Post by Isaac Thorburn on Feb 19, 2011 14:43:58 GMT -6
Isaac stood upon the docks, the boards creaking with the gentle waves lapping against the wood below. He was dressed in his officer’s uniform, its dark blue color contrasting with the sky. He held with his right hand at his side his black bicorn, and he rested his left hand atop the hilt of his saber. The small sea breeze blew over him, causing his uniform to slightly flutter behind him. He stood as still as a stone, gazing out towards the ocean.
Isaac had been on the island for over a year. He did enjoy his time with family and friends, and enjoyed the island as well, but he was fast becoming restless. For over a year Isaac had not received a single order from his commanders, not a single mission, not a single excuse to head out to sea. He was becoming restless. The sea was his home, where he truly felt that he belonged, and he was being deprived of it. With a sigh Isaac placed his hat upon his head and began walking back down the dock, towards the land that was both home and a prison.
On the way down the docks Isaac passed his ship, the Sea Sprite. It was being renovated and fixed, with new sails being installed, the cannons being fixed and modified, and a new paint job being added, among other things. As he passed the ship Isaac couldn’t help but smile. It was his pride and joy, the most important hung of wood in his life. He waved to a few members of his crew who returned the gesture and then walked off the dock.
He didn’t go far however and soon he found a small bench placed at the edge of the waterfront, relatively near the docks. Isaac sat down and stood watching his crew work on his ship. They were doing a good job, the Sea Sprite would be even more powerful once the modifications were done, and maybe they could get out to sea again. His gaze shifted as he began watching one of the sailors painting on the name of the ship onto the hull, the clear white letters gleaming in the sunshine.
Isaac had been on the island for over a year. He did enjoy his time with family and friends, and enjoyed the island as well, but he was fast becoming restless. For over a year Isaac had not received a single order from his commanders, not a single mission, not a single excuse to head out to sea. He was becoming restless. The sea was his home, where he truly felt that he belonged, and he was being deprived of it. With a sigh Isaac placed his hat upon his head and began walking back down the dock, towards the land that was both home and a prison.
On the way down the docks Isaac passed his ship, the Sea Sprite. It was being renovated and fixed, with new sails being installed, the cannons being fixed and modified, and a new paint job being added, among other things. As he passed the ship Isaac couldn’t help but smile. It was his pride and joy, the most important hung of wood in his life. He waved to a few members of his crew who returned the gesture and then walked off the dock.
He didn’t go far however and soon he found a small bench placed at the edge of the waterfront, relatively near the docks. Isaac sat down and stood watching his crew work on his ship. They were doing a good job, the Sea Sprite would be even more powerful once the modifications were done, and maybe they could get out to sea again. His gaze shifted as he began watching one of the sailors painting on the name of the ship onto the hull, the clear white letters gleaming in the sunshine.