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Immense pines sway in the mountain breeze, creating a wild tune of soft whispers. They dwarf mangled bushes, weather beaten. Sun-dried grass sways, adding to the ballad.
a bay splits the savage landscape. it eases the wilderness with serene sapphire waters. Occasionally worn ships float on its surface, breaking the calm sanctuary.

To the west stands a lone stone tower, rising out of earth. Its rough stone has stood for centuries, silhouette blocking the evening sun.

This beauty is unbroken.

((Not at all!))

Something tickled her senses. Turning quickly, she gazed into the foreboding forest in front. Dark pines rose up into the sky, but nothing else was to be seen. The rider shook her head. She turned her attention skyward again, keeping an eye out for the storm.

A low chuckle came from the cloaked figure in the woods as it disappeared deep into the forest. It won't be long... was the thought in the mind of the figure, that though it couldn't be told, was a female. This figure made her way out of the forest an into the small town, letting the cloak block the sunlight from her skin as she kept her head bowed and watched the street ahead of her.

More rain fell, splashing into the calm bay waters. Ripples danced on the surface, creating intricate patterns. The rider sighed, patting her faithful mare's soft neck. Looking up again, she spied another figure in the distance. The traveler and mount created a single silhouette against the harsh sky.

As he lit the match, a glimpse of black matter flashed in the corner of his eye. He turned just in time to see the cannonball rip away the man who had been standing to his left, and then continue across the deck. It then lodged itself in the thick wooden pole that held up the vast mast overhead.

Turning back, the young man lit the small wick that stood drooping slightly from the large cannon. After he had stepped back, the deck vibrated as the cannon let out a satisfying "bang". He watched as the lead cannonball soared through the air for the short distance between the two ships and struck the wooden side, tearing through the flimsy wood.

"At arms men! Prepare to board!" Hearing the call, Casson began to climb one of the tall posts in which he would make his descent from onto the enemy ship.

A strong wave shot up the starboard side of the ship and splashed across the deck. The water pushed back a couple of the crew, many of the strong young men falling to the floor as the strong force washed over them. The young man was a small way up the post when a second wave struck and splahed high enough to catch his legs and almost send him toppling towards the ocean's surface.

Within a couple minutes, the two ships were yards apart. The young boy had already secured himself to a rope with his tight grip. He then used the strong muscles in his legs and worked them to bound from his position.

When he was above the enemy ship, he let go and landed on the deck. He then unsheathed his sword and was about to slice at an opposing crew member when a cannonball tore apart his upper torso. Blood sprayed against the man's pearl white shirt.

Looking up from his shirt, the young man turned to the remaining crew and seemed to vanish. He was a quick blur across the deck and then was on top of an enemy. With a quick motion, he had delved his sword into the man's chest and was off before the wounded man's knees had the time to buckle.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a sword glitter and ducked with a considerable amount of time before the weapon wisped overhead. The young man then kicked the outside of the knee of his attacker and shattered his kneecap. He then rose to his feet and dove his sword deep into the man's stomach.