The sounds of waves crashing a boat seem to bother this man very little, as he slept heavily against the knocking of the boat. With every inhale the boat tipped and every exhale it found itself back at equilibrium. The constant motion of sea was almost comforting to the him, seeming more at home here like a fish then at on shore like a man. Sleep never lasts forever and he awoke slowly, with a creak like a rusted metal hinge. His feet planted on the deck, he could hear men on the outside working. They where tending to the sails, watching the course, or just making sure the bounty stayed safe from those who might like to take it. As he made his way onto the deck suddenly the rocking of the boat stopped. There were no men. He had clearly just heard the bustling and toiling of sailors hard at work and where did the sound of the crashing waves go. He looked around the outside of the boat and in the distance he could clearly see an island with smoke slowly piling from it's large stack in the middle. The skies and seas were clear for as far as the eye could see.
His eyes peered over the ship looking for someone, entering the crew quarters they where completely bare. "Wha-!" He exclaimed unable to finish his sentence as a earth-shattering boom hit the ship. The whole thing almost tipped over as a sound wave slammed straight into the starboard side of the ship. He lost his footing as he thrown across the room thrown into the walls at a tremendous force. After the ringing had finally left his ears and he got himself up, sounds were once again coming from the outside. He quickly ran onto the deck once more to see all his crew, and many other people screaming and yelling. "Hurry! Get the rope! Put out the fire! We have to get the hell out of here!" Yelled the crew and large group of foreigners on board. That's when he saw the whole scene unfolding in front of him. Fire raged across the ship, people desperately attempting to put it out. Women and children screaming and jumping overboard in a crazed suicidal tendency. As if the world they knew it was ending. That's when his eye looked up and saw in front of him the island was much closer. The stack that had bellowed turned out to be a volcano. He attempted to breath in but all he could now breath was ash. His whole ship covered now with the smoke and brimstone of the eruption he clutched at his throat wanting to breath. Then a blackness seem to overtake him.
Till sat straight up and awoke from his slumber as he grasped at his throat. It was only a dream again he had told himself. It seemed like only yesterday when all these people had gotten here. Foreigners like him he went in to save those who stayed behind. [i]Your a fool to think you could of done anything[i], he had thought as he wiped the sweat from his body. He had gotten out before the worst of the eruption came but as he heard the screams of those who watched their home burn to ashes it brought shivers to his spine. As he looked around he found himself in his 'captains' quarters. Really just a small room with a chest, closet, and a bed all sitting on different walls of the room with the door by itself on the last wall. "Wish these things would leave my head" He said softly, in a whisper as if to keep it a secret from anyone who could possibly be listening. He got out of bed and quickly readied himself for the day ahead. He wasn't one to mull on things like this. It was just to sad and to serious for right now. There was a full day ahead of work that needed to be done and contemplating on a dream all day wasn't going to make any of it go away. A loud pounding knock came at his door as he attached his short sword to his hilt. "Just a second!" Till exclaimed as he raced to find his pants. Hopping into them as he opened the door, stood before him was a large man in Indigan Navy clothes. He had recognized him right away! "Terrius!" Till yelled as he put an arm around the man and gave him a light punch in the shoulder. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
Terrius smiled halfheartedly as if looking at a dog who didn't know any better. They had served together for 4 years on the same ship, Till being the NCO and he was still just a seaman in training. It was strange to see Till so changed, no long clean shaven with short hair but a deep scruff and hair that laid on his shoulders. A lot had changed since he had left. "Well, I was asked to come here and give you this. It's a formal request for you to go to the Indigan Council and speak to recruiting. It seems we need more men for the Navy with the recent murmur of revolt among the foreigners that live in our mists. It's precautionary at best but...." Terrius was going to continue forever in his dull monotone nature if Till hadn't surprised him by interrupting him. "Terrius I already gave the place 8 years of my life! How can they ask this of me? I love this place it is my home, but I don't want to go back to being stuck." Till said trying to get his thoughts straight. He should've left the first chance he had. He had grown too comfortable and now here he was again going to have to be stuck with no other choice but giving up another 8 years. "Till, it's just a request and you're not required but you should think this over." Terrius had said this his voice now leaving the monotone for almost a serious and understanding one.
Till pushed past him as he jumped off the small boat and his feet landed squarely on the pier. "Don't worry Terrius! I'll figure this out." Till said now knocking himself out of the funk that had surrounded him since this morning. A smile coming across his face as he gave him a wave. "I'll see you soon, and when you do it wont be uniform." Till said waving Terrius off as he headed towards the city. He looked over the letter and read it very closely.
You are summoned Till Hermann for a duty of 8 years as apart of the Indigan Navy.
Your help is needed today! For Indiga! For her people!
He couldn't read anymore of it. He had served his time and that was that. They couldn't make him serve. Part of him knew though, that he would always want to protect this place and keep it safe. It had done the same to him.
His eyes darted up from the paper and next thing he knew he had left the pier and found himself in the markets. He looked around people selling fish and their wares. Yelling for attention "Get the cheapest spice around!" "The finest jewelry in all the Violletta Bay!" "Fresh caught fish at competitive prices!" Yelled the shopkeeps, some extremely wealthy and others just trying to get by. A dichotomy that was no more present then right here. With the rich and the poor sometimes shopping close together. Till's stomach started to growl and he looked up. "Can't figure things out with an empty stomach!" He said smiling as he looked around. His eyes meeting bakers fresh goods as he almost floated over sticking his face against the glass window peering inside to see all the goods. He reached in his pockets and soon dismay fell over him. "Dammit!" He said as he reached deeper and deeper in his pockets as if there was a secret compartment somewhere where his gold had been hiding. "I swear I kept my money in this pocket." He murmured and he made his way back to the docks. It must be back on his ship.
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