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With the roars of the ever constant spilling waves upon the polished stones and pockets of polished sand growing with each passing beat. A young man lies safe from the rising tide with his eyes shut as his mind races about the tales of the under water creature and if they might be true. Hundreds of men went missing the last year to a creature that a few survivors that had steadily gotten more and more insane. "A beast with large razor sharp fangs, wings larger than the ships it preyed on, and a breath that turned some of the strongest and most seasoned shipmen into a pile of fear forging jelly, as it descended from the sky's with such vishious grace and power that the winds tore main masts like they were twigs. Sails busted and some of the smaller ships were buckled in two from the overseeing forces. The ones who survived only lasted a few seconds longer. Flames erupting from the waters and lighting seared down from a cloud less sky. The beast was no where to be seen but the remnants of her cursing were soon found out. With many ships battered beyond a usable state and others crawling back to port the men soon took their chances with te seas and were devowered within an instant up on entry to the water. Smiling brightly the man's eye's slowly opened as the image of the ganged old man babbling on and on about his once in a life time encounter that cost him his family, life, work, and left him to beg on the streets for his next drink.
With the next crash of the seas mighty waters on the shore the young man turns his head to the waters. "One day I'll beat that beast and head for the lands beyond this sea. one day I'll join the kings ranks like my father, and his fathers...To live with honer and distinction in all that we do. To perfect our minds and body's into machines for the kings bidding. To take home another parcel of wealth and die by the sword." Sitting up slowly as he spoke his last works the creed his family tough him for his hole life.
Why shouldn't they his fathers lives had accounted for his family's current status, the island was theirs to hold for themselves if they wanted but that would be far to boring. The clothes and decent mansion hidden in the only forest on the ground that only had a certain number of trees cut a year his his home and training grounds. Soon he would be sent to the main lands and his family would forget about him till he brought back a pile of gold. Even now he was replaced by his younger brother who only at the age of three was learning how to fight little by little. Though he didn't mind this, let him think about his travels an relax for a bit listening to the waves from his one true fear the sea.

Once they were at the port his father walked down the longest pier of the lot and ended in front of a small war ship. With around seven cannon on the ether side and four at the helm it didn't seam to be all for the worst. Though most of the sails were tattered and the rope weathered to nearly braking point, still the crew members dance around as if the lines were band new from the wheel and fastenedd just this morning.
"I hope you can teach him a few things before you make birth Captain." his father comments to a vary fit man. He stood about six foot five, his head was shaved and polished bald though a strange mark made its self notable around the outer edges of his skulls crown. His shirt was vary old and salted with sweat, and the salt of the sea. The selves had long ether torn off or just fell off, and jugging from the speed of how these men moved about he figured his shirt was going to look the same in a few weeks of sailing. His legs were covered in a thick shell of leather and a tough fabric that Ruchlos had never seen before though its color was obviously tainted from age it held thick rigges for flexibility once wet. The man nodded softly and quickly pulled the boy on board as the ship emedeatly set sail. Ruchlos father didn't even wait for the boat to start moving till he turned around and started walking home. The boys heart sank into his chest and nearly disappeared as the port they took from was engulfed by the storm or the horizon he couldn't tell witch but the void that was created in his chest soon got filled with work, anger the and plenty of ambition as the storm made her self know to the now creaking and aged vessel trying to keep herself afloat with the twenty or thirty men manning her scrambling to make sure she did. Ruchlos was tasked to keep as much water out of the man hull as he could with just a single bucket, and five other men working the same job. a seaming meaning less tasking, he didn't care though he could not die to this "gentle breath of the sea'", as one of the more insane shiphands put it. no he ha much ore to live for an honer to uphold with his every waking breath.

With burst after burst of the sea Myst Ruchlos's heart was beating with fear and anticipation. his father had tought him how to fight and keep his soul safe from most enemy's, though the wavering and gentle rocking of the sea over the boat that borrow some space set his balance a bit ari. still he burned the sights unrevealing before him. standing with one of his hands clenched over his chest a devils grin grew over his face as the winds pushed them faster and faster. the little vessel he was gifted to abide on was nearly grazing the waters edge being set vary shallow on the waters and nearly empty. unlike their target, she must have just recently left port. she was sitting at least four feet below the surface at her hulls base, and her sails though strung tight to take advantage of the winds sh still held to much supplies for speed. shortly as the men on the targeted boat began to become visible their preparations were becoming evident, the sails were loosened slightly, their cannon, just three one each side, were being tended to by young men much younger than himself, the few other men not tasked to keeping the sails tight, and the supplies in place below the deck were standing around with faces turned slightly pale form fear, or regret for taking up this task. as a large beat red flag with black a black skull, with a lizard and the flame of a dragon pluming from ether side of the skull was hoisted to the top of the mast. the men about him all cheered as they all pulled out red sashes or turbans with the same design. lashing their favored weapon to their hands they speed up as the seven cannon were armed and primed to fire within a moments notice. even though their was still a few hundred meters away from their target the men were acting like they had already won.
Ruchlos had kept his stance a natural one letting the winds blow his clothing about his body in a vishious but soothing manner. he had almost thought he was the Capitan watching his crew prepare for battle feeling a sense of pride being on board this vessel. but soon a strange feeling etched over his back and his sides, as a long and extremely light sash of a deep blood red with gold coloring in a strange set of stripes flowing in between the strings rippled with the winds past hi eyes as a man of strong stature stood a foot behind him. the crew went silent and all turned to the man. not knowing what to do his body froze in place as the silence progressed. but after he was noticed the man turned him around and looked into his eyes with his own. those fire red eyes, a pair that he will never again forget as they looked to hold the knowledge of the ages from the beginning of this the kings reign to know. the smell of gun powder was thick in his skin and sweat, and its grains seamed to act like a make up for his beard. his clothing had changed from the dock, and almost every thing about him was different from the man he met on the pier. all acept for his voice.
"come now lad, our business is nothing to cruel. though at times it may require blood shed. i didn't get a chance to talk about our rules before the storm hit us so I'll tell you know.
1. every one fights, and every one works. your talent with the bucket saved us much more work than we had expected. and for that we thank you. you father is well known by my men, all of them having served with or for him wile he was under the kings command, and for that i know i can trust them and you will not be harmed by them. but if you expect to eat tonight you will draw your sword once the time is right and board that vessel to quell any opposition we meet.
rule 2, no one dies unless they have a weapon in their hand and the desire to kill. in this life it is kill or be killed when in battle. but every other time and with every other life style and form let them live with as little fear as need be so they can move on.
lastly, keep happy with the men and never refuse a drink!" with the last words bringing the feeling of fear back to his heart as the battle cries and nearly berserker roars sound in the sea air. the vessel had come extremely closer than he would have figured but he nodded calmly and griped his Katana heading for the edge of the vessel gripping on to the first lose rope he could get his hand on. popping the blade lose from its lock he crouched down on the soft wood beneath him as he waited for the first cannon blast to send him flying on board to his first battle, and the hopes of getting a large bounty to start his travels.

As battle after battle over the ships edge and the ropes turning into graceful planks for his feet as he leaped some times from just a single line to attack fogged in to the back rounds of his mind. the pivotal moments seamed to attack him like a arrow. with his man promotions after each a battle and his learning of the ships many tricks and its lay out. he watched as at least 25 boats that were left adrift, some with out anchors and others aflame and a feeling of 'good riddance, or profound pride in his tasks. he soon falls to the ground in a light level of pain as the faces of each man he cut own flashed in front of him he losing count after the second ship passed his eyes for the second time. with his memories working like a massive time warp he soon stands back up his eyes locked in a cold stair and his hands not tightly wrapped around the handles of his swords. not bothering to think about it he leaped for the nearest window he could find and grappled onto a rope swinging around to land a few mere inches in front of his leader. his blades were popped louse from there locks but not drawn as he remained crouched down on the deck his eyes staring to the hard wood before him as fear filled sighs, and moans rippled through the air from their uninvited guests.with a light chuckle resonating from the man to his back his head rose to see impaler guards and seamen all staring at him pale aced and their once mighty grips turned into shaky spangle of skin and bone. their rushing blood lightly echoing in his ears only made him smile ore like a demon as his eye searched them looking for anything that might give him a challenge.
"Forgive me Sir, my mind decided to wipe its elf again."
"Again Ruchlos, that the third time this week you need to get over that girl you cut down and deal with the fact remember rule two. there was no shame in killing her. she did intend to kill you."

"Yes sir, but these men seam to be a bit squimeish... did you really need to have me show?"

" No i simply wanted the few survivors to have a ace and body to place with one of the most wanted swords for higher on the sea... pick five of them kill the rest." as the rest of the men got back to work the deck was left completely empty as some stopped and watched trying to get a glimpse of their best fighter in action. with the twenty men standing in front of him with their hands finding their might in the number factor Ruchlos was busy trying to find some of the purest eyes out their for they had the best retention. as the sun began to set once again in the western horizon the cries of the falling men by the blade and the cowards getting shot as they tried to swim for safety. the five men were sent off shaking with pure fear and horizon riddling their bodies, and the headless ones of their comrades stained the water red and their heads were fastened to the anchor marking the boat the one that 'Ruchlos, the man dressed in blood' maned at that time. as the boat disapred into the sun as did Ruchlos as he slipped into hi bed once again as he redressed his wounds smiling that they had not gotten infected yet. surly by he next weeks end the tales of his massacre would swarm the sea's ports making him more of a cause or target. but he did'nt mind. the more his name was known the better it would be to slip back on land unnoticed once his waring stopped.
his captain of course knew that this was going to be the last week that he was at sea, though the times were splendid all ready Ruchlos had sent back four merchant ships back to his father filled with fine cloths and gold o much that the boats almost broke from the weight. but he was running out of luck with these sea men and it was time to seek out the kins command. even if he had to limb the ranks he knew how, and had plenty of name to throw around as his late companions to make a deep impression before he had to work too hard.
"You know all you need to know is how to defend better and you would be untouchable." his captains voice cuts into the darkness.

"I know but these waters make it hard to keep a strong stance. even now a storm approaches that will force up to make birth... speaking of witch whats the nearest port?"

"I'm glad you asked Kuasta's Coast, is the closest place, but your name and face are plastered every where it would be a poor choice to disembark, as well as the fact that you would have to ether sail once again north to Terim, and then down the river to pass the mountains there"

"I know my friend but its time i got off this boat before it gets burned."

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