~ Gecko
Gecko walked up the hill away from Pirates Cove. His mind was where it usually was, thinking about the vacationer that he once met. He shook his head at himself. He needed to find something better. Tesla would probably never return, and as it was, he had a dream that the vacationer was putting together a band of identical vacationers to be his loyal bodyguards.
Gecko sat down on a fallen log and stared down at Pirate Cove. His eyes lead away from the blocks of buildings to the still image of hundreds of sails in the port. The sight looked as though it was painted. Not a sail moved and not a human could be seen walking. He sighed at the peaceful sight as his gaze fixed itself on the open sea. What would it be like, he wondered, to be out there? The open waters where the only life you'd see is that of your own crew? There'd be no time for silly obsessions of people that you'd never see again. You'd have to run the rat lines and man the poop deck. There would be nets to climb and crow's nests to watch from.
The more Gecko thought of the ships, the more he got excited. Perhaps he'd join a King's ship! No, way too classy for him. A pirate's ship. It'd suit him and suit him well. After all, he did like to fight a good fight if he got the chance. Maybe he could even chase Tesla out there- Gecko stopped himself in half thought. There would be no time to concern himself with Tesla, he reminded himself. He pulled out his rusty blade and hoped it still had some use to it. I'll find myself a ship, and I'll make a name for myself, he thought. I will not be known as someone who wastes time watching for his prey but as someone who finds his prey and takes him down before anyone can ask for names!
Gecko put his blade back in its sheath and rushed down the hill. He planned to cut off most of the town's crowd by sticking to the alleyways. By his estimation, he should reach the docks by early noon. If he was lucky, maybe he could have a ship and have set sail by this very evening!
...
Gecko arrived at the docks exhausted. He stared at the many ships and wondered how he could ever choose one to join. There was one with beautiful white sails that reminded him of one thing- He turned away from it. He needed something different if this was going to be a change for himself. Nothing white and high-class. A pirate ship, he reminded himself. A certain black and white frigate stood out from the distance. Its beautiful paint job and fine sails felt so full of promises to him. No, Gecko turned away from that ship too. Such a fine ship like that wouldn't be looking for any crew. He looked further at the port full of ships. Maybe he should look for an older, brokenhearted ship instead. It probably couldn't sail much, but at least something like that would need a crew. He settled on that idea and began his search.
Gecko sat down on a fallen log and stared down at Pirate Cove. His eyes lead away from the blocks of buildings to the still image of hundreds of sails in the port. The sight looked as though it was painted. Not a sail moved and not a human could be seen walking. He sighed at the peaceful sight as his gaze fixed itself on the open sea. What would it be like, he wondered, to be out there? The open waters where the only life you'd see is that of your own crew? There'd be no time for silly obsessions of people that you'd never see again. You'd have to run the rat lines and man the poop deck. There would be nets to climb and crow's nests to watch from.
The more Gecko thought of the ships, the more he got excited. Perhaps he'd join a King's ship! No, way too classy for him. A pirate's ship. It'd suit him and suit him well. After all, he did like to fight a good fight if he got the chance. Maybe he could even chase Tesla out there- Gecko stopped himself in half thought. There would be no time to concern himself with Tesla, he reminded himself. He pulled out his rusty blade and hoped it still had some use to it. I'll find myself a ship, and I'll make a name for myself, he thought. I will not be known as someone who wastes time watching for his prey but as someone who finds his prey and takes him down before anyone can ask for names!
Gecko put his blade back in its sheath and rushed down the hill. He planned to cut off most of the town's crowd by sticking to the alleyways. By his estimation, he should reach the docks by early noon. If he was lucky, maybe he could have a ship and have set sail by this very evening!
...
Gecko arrived at the docks exhausted. He stared at the many ships and wondered how he could ever choose one to join. There was one with beautiful white sails that reminded him of one thing- He turned away from it. He needed something different if this was going to be a change for himself. Nothing white and high-class. A pirate ship, he reminded himself. A certain black and white frigate stood out from the distance. Its beautiful paint job and fine sails felt so full of promises to him. No, Gecko turned away from that ship too. Such a fine ship like that wouldn't be looking for any crew. He looked further at the port full of ships. Maybe he should look for an older, brokenhearted ship instead. It probably couldn't sail much, but at least something like that would need a crew. He settled on that idea and began his search.
