Post by S¢ârë¢røw on Aug 5, 2005 23:11:04 GMT 10
The moon hung low in the sky, looking more like a large ball then a celestial body. The small town sat on the coast, waves lapped up onto the beach, the ghostly creak of wooden ships echoed through the town, a still fog slithered through, covering the ground in a mystic blanket.
The entire town was quiet and dark, except for light streaming through the windows of the bar candle light chipped away at the darkness only for a short distance.
Inside the bar, sailors were drinking and eating. Fights broke out every now and then, though they never lasted long. Sitting at the bar, was Scarecrow. His vertical scares glistened in the candle light. He sat motionless, holding a single drink. A drunken sailor walked up to Scarecrow and tapped him on the shoulder quite forcefully and spoke: “You’re in my seat boy, move!”
--Still scarecrow stat motionless.
“I asked you to move!”
Scarecrow stood up, the drunken man pushed him aside, and began to sit down. Just before he came in contact with the seat, Scarecrow pulled it out from under him, the drunk fell, and hit the ground rather hard, only to feel the full force of the stool as it was smashed over his head, knocking him out cold. Scarecrow, pull up another bar stool and sat back down.
A short time later, the drunk still lay unconscious on the floor, six of the now unconscious drunks’ crew approached Scarecrow………. The next 12 seconds was a blur of action, though Scarecrow moved like the sea, fluent, continuous and without hesitation. First his Katana appeared and found the unconscious drunk's neck, the men stopped. He then whipped up his bow not arming it with arrows, but using it more like a staff, striking them then, once each, moving, ducking under punches and swords swings. He ended up facing the bar door, as the six men dropped to their knees; he stepped outside into the night, and moved forward to the docks.
Scarecrow arrived at the docks, and looked for a suitable ship to “borrow” he thought to himself. Something about this night, he stared out to the west. Looking at the horizon, he thought to himself. “There is something out there, something I must go to.” Moving like a thief in the shadows of these great ships. He chose a smaller ship, that still looked very impressive. He hoisted the anchor and the ship began to move into the night.
He stood quietly at the helm and stared into the night sky, looking...wondering.....
The entire town was quiet and dark, except for light streaming through the windows of the bar candle light chipped away at the darkness only for a short distance.
Inside the bar, sailors were drinking and eating. Fights broke out every now and then, though they never lasted long. Sitting at the bar, was Scarecrow. His vertical scares glistened in the candle light. He sat motionless, holding a single drink. A drunken sailor walked up to Scarecrow and tapped him on the shoulder quite forcefully and spoke: “You’re in my seat boy, move!”
--Still scarecrow stat motionless.
“I asked you to move!”
Scarecrow stood up, the drunken man pushed him aside, and began to sit down. Just before he came in contact with the seat, Scarecrow pulled it out from under him, the drunk fell, and hit the ground rather hard, only to feel the full force of the stool as it was smashed over his head, knocking him out cold. Scarecrow, pull up another bar stool and sat back down.
A short time later, the drunk still lay unconscious on the floor, six of the now unconscious drunks’ crew approached Scarecrow………. The next 12 seconds was a blur of action, though Scarecrow moved like the sea, fluent, continuous and without hesitation. First his Katana appeared and found the unconscious drunk's neck, the men stopped. He then whipped up his bow not arming it with arrows, but using it more like a staff, striking them then, once each, moving, ducking under punches and swords swings. He ended up facing the bar door, as the six men dropped to their knees; he stepped outside into the night, and moved forward to the docks.
Scarecrow arrived at the docks, and looked for a suitable ship to “borrow” he thought to himself. Something about this night, he stared out to the west. Looking at the horizon, he thought to himself. “There is something out there, something I must go to.” Moving like a thief in the shadows of these great ships. He chose a smaller ship, that still looked very impressive. He hoisted the anchor and the ship began to move into the night.
He stood quietly at the helm and stared into the night sky, looking...wondering.....