Today was not a good day.
The Guild was notoriously difficult to find, for one. Flick had traveled from city to city, hiring the cheapest among sailors in order to find the moving turtle island. The Conductor was still a little hung up on the fact that much of his future might be spent on the back of an amphibious reptile. Indeed, just last night he had a terrible nightmare regarding it. He was just about to take a soothing bath in a calm, serene lake when a swarm of baby turtles struck, dragging him down into the watery depths of his dirty bath water...
Only, the reality was about a million times worse.
After being captured by a band of roaming pirates, Flick had just about given up his search. So he'd "Yo-ho'd" a bit, drank just a smidgen of rum (which was the equivilant of a bottle of strong wine) and was considering joining the band permanently when all of a sudden the Island loomed into view. Flick and about half the crew just about swooned when the massive turtle glanced down at their bobbing ship, but somehow Flick convinced his swashbuckling friends to lend him a rowboat and say their goodbyes. How he climbed up that walking nightmare of a beast he will never know, but somehow he did it. And now he stood, shivering and very much wet, before the entrance to Suripingu Mori.
For no particular reason at all, he looked up.
The sun was beginning it's brilliant ascent, painting the frothy white clouds a peach pink. The waters were clear, and there was no sign of the Red Skull's crew. Salty air and anticipation swirled, crisp and bright, up and through the peaceful island.
Flick put his palm to the massive doors, and pushed.
The Guild was notoriously difficult to find, for one. Flick had traveled from city to city, hiring the cheapest among sailors in order to find the moving turtle island. The Conductor was still a little hung up on the fact that much of his future might be spent on the back of an amphibious reptile. Indeed, just last night he had a terrible nightmare regarding it. He was just about to take a soothing bath in a calm, serene lake when a swarm of baby turtles struck, dragging him down into the watery depths of his dirty bath water...
Only, the reality was about a million times worse.
After being captured by a band of roaming pirates, Flick had just about given up his search. So he'd "Yo-ho'd" a bit, drank just a smidgen of rum (which was the equivilant of a bottle of strong wine) and was considering joining the band permanently when all of a sudden the Island loomed into view. Flick and about half the crew just about swooned when the massive turtle glanced down at their bobbing ship, but somehow Flick convinced his swashbuckling friends to lend him a rowboat and say their goodbyes. How he climbed up that walking nightmare of a beast he will never know, but somehow he did it. And now he stood, shivering and very much wet, before the entrance to Suripingu Mori.
For no particular reason at all, he looked up.
The sun was beginning it's brilliant ascent, painting the frothy white clouds a peach pink. The waters were clear, and there was no sign of the Red Skull's crew. Salty air and anticipation swirled, crisp and bright, up and through the peaceful island.
Flick put his palm to the massive doors, and pushed.