xxxxxxxxRojin Warros_______
"Life’s pretty good, and why wouldn’t it be? I’m a pirate, after all."
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The sky looked angry with its dark grey and blue cloud cover. The streets were pretty much empty. Everyone knew a storm was coming and had taken shelter in their warm, comfortable houses. Nobody would take the chance to be hit by lightning either. Except for one lost soul. And 'lost soul' was the perfect way to describe him. With parts of his face covered with dirt, the young man knocked on a few doors in the hope of someone letting him in. He knew he needed to find shelter and fast. It was just his luck he entered this fishing-village located in the far east of the country. Let's say it wasn't known for its hospitality. After trying about another four houses, the young man gave up. It had started to rain which quickly changed into pouring.
The young man stood still and looked up at the sky. His clothes were soaked in just a matter of seconds. Not caring about finding shelter anymore he wiped his sleek dark blue hair out of his face and continued walking. It seemed he was heading to the small, probably abandoned, harbour of the village. Slowly it started to become even darker, it seemed night started to fall.
"Blimey! What in the world are you think you're doing, matey!"
With a surprised look the soaked man looked over to his right. Did someone just call out to him? Coming out from the shadows a man, from the looks of it in his sixties, pointed at him with a rusted key. A sailor? Still caught by surprise, after all, he didn't expect to find another person in this weather, the young man hesitated to answer. After eying the old man for a few seconds he answered ; "I'm..looking for a place to stay."
'I got the right place for ya,' the old man said, 'follow me.'
Taking a second look at the old man, the soaked guy realised that this guy was probably a sailor. He was wearing shabby looking trousers, tugged in dirty old brown boots which
were perfectly cut for a pirate. His forehead was already gaining terrain on his head. The leftover grey hair was tied together with a short string in his neck
The faded black leather coat flappered (?) in the wind as they walked in to the small harbour. The soaked guy looked around.
Not a soul was to be found at this time and weather. At last they arrived at a pilot. The old man grabbed a bundle of keys out of his
pocket and unlocked the door. The door swung open and revealed massive space, but most was occupied (?) by an enormous airship. The old sailor walked in and disappeared behind the bough of the massive ship.
The other guy followed, but stopped a few feet from the airship and took a deep breath. The air was filled with the scent of oil and wood.
'Aye, are ya coming in or are ya gonna stay there all night~!'
The old man was hanging over the edge of the ship and looked down on the young man.
'It's warmer inside the ship ya know.'
He smiled and disappeared out of sight, probably to the cabin on the ship.
The young man walked around the bough of the ship and saw a rope ladder descending from the side of the ship, climbed up the ladder and saw the old man in the opening of the cabin.
He entered it and in an instant he was surrounded by warm air. The old man was sitting next to and old electric heater.
The young guy realized he didn't even know the name of this old man, for all he might be luring him into a trap!
'ehm, excuse me, we haven't introduced ourselves...' began the young one a little shy.
The old man looked up.
'People call me Old Bill, nice to meet ya.'
The young one smiled.
'My name is Rojin,' he introduced himself
Old Bill turned to face the fire again.
'are ya hungry?'
Rojin listened to the signs his body was giving to him and he realized that his stomach was rumbling.
Apparently Old Bill heard this and said laughing: 'I take that as a yes.'
Rojin looked around the cabin and was surprised by how spacious it was. From the outside it had looked quite small.
It's probably due to the fact that it is lower than the deck, Rojin wondered.