Oh the life on the sea, just my music and me..
☠Jageraw☠Trenedark☠
Heated Musician
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Jageraw drifted in his boat to his private and unmapped little island. He valued this place above any other, never being followed her, even the navy had no clue where it was. And if the World Government didn't know where he was hiding out, he could easily relax whenever needed. He tied his boat to a dock he had built himself and stepped out of it, noticing a strange looking fruit sitting in the sand, at that precise moment his stomach grumbled lightly. He picked it up and took a bite, having to drop it immediately as its spicy flavor burned his mouth up. He picked it up again, not realizing what he had as he placed it in his backpack, taking his ornate guitar from his back he began to play a relaxing tune, heading for his hidden home.
He began to realize that his guitar was becoming hot, hotter than normal. He let go of it as he saw smoke rising from it as well as obvious heat damage. He grimaced as he tried to figure out what had happened, his favorite guitar, his baby, was now damaged and as far as he knew unrepairable. He finally reached his home and walked inside sitting down, his displeasure obvious on his face as he removed the glasses he wore. He stared at his hands, then picked up the fruit he had bitten before, he stared at it as he realized what he had eaten, and it dawned on him what he had done to his guitar.
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Dont underestimate though, im more dangerous than I appear.
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