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 Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 3:59 pm
A small girl around the age of 5-10 with emerald colored hair sat by the cool waters of the port. Her right arm clinged onto her precious plush toy of Esmerelda, a Jumi of Emerald; her left rested on her lap. Hazel colored eyes stared off into the distance, watching as merchans bargined for good deals, and workers loading or unloading things to and fro their ships. It seemed busy, yet the quiet girl sat there silently watching.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 4:47 pm
Coming into the wharf were a small fleet of fishing ships with each carrying a large load of cargo in their midst. At the head of the pack was a rather large ship captained by a white haired man, brilliantly shining in the light as he muttered orders to the various crew members. Their nods and work became quick and diligent, precise in their movements and bindings of rope. Slowly but evenly, cargo was being brought from the ships and on to the wharf itself. Transporting trolleys came up and took it away as the man hopped down and dusted off his work pants.
"Mr. Ryong!" came a grizzly voice from the ship, "Are you joining us for a well earned meal?"
Ryong looked up and shook his head, offering a little wave in response, "Unfortunately, I need to tend to business here. Go on ahead and enjoy your meals, gentlemen."
"Aye aye, captain."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 4:59 pm
The girl stared into the distance, where a small fleet of ships made their way onto the deck. The crew members busy with their cargo, carrying them onto the deck, making sure the right payment was paid, etc. A fleet of ships, intresting. She's never seen so many gathered at once place before, except on TV, but TV has everything. Each shimmered with a variety of brilliant colors, unique in their own ways.
The man, perhaps even captain on the ship caught the Jumi's attention. A man with white hair, intreging. Very rarely has she seen people with such a color of hair, even among her own race of people who are known to have hair color of all sorts. Never has she recalled anyone with white hair before. Was he a Jumi too?
Upon further observation, her answer was answered. There was no core hidden behind the man's clothing. He was not a Jumi, how sad. And she was hoping to meet a new Jumi today.
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