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onepassingnight2012-05-04 04:37 am
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The beach was pristine when the young pirate stepped out on the shore, giving a slight hop to avoid the surf. He grabbed the rope attached to it and pulled it up on the sand to avoid it being swept out to sea. Yes, the beach was pristine, but would not remain for long, though. He was here looking for the stash of the infamous pirate, Old Gunner Longshanks, the most notorious pirate ever to live during the Adventure Era. The island was a fairly typical one of the greater Mideel islands. Full of monsters and dangerous plants, yet beautiful at the same time with the rich jungle and warm weather. The sky, however, was a completely different story.
A dark, blood colored orb hung in the clear blue, staining the blue and marring an otherwise beautiful day. Time was short, and he was determined to make his dream come true before that!
So that was all the more reason to hurry and find the treasure. Captain Reno would be the first to find it after so many years, and the prestige would be his. They would sing his praises in the taverns and cheer whenever he showed up, for he would be generous and order a round of drinks on him! That was definitely the life, and it would all be made possible if only he could find out where the marlboro shaped rock was. Searching all of these little islands was getting tiresome. His loyal crew was on board his ship in the little cove they had anchored in, ready to come ashore at his signal, but this was one thing he wanted to do alone.
So, with map at the ready, a compass and a telescope, Captain Reno set out to find that treasure.
A dark, blood colored orb hung in the clear blue, staining the blue and marring an otherwise beautiful day. Time was short, and he was determined to make his dream come true before that!
So that was all the more reason to hurry and find the treasure. Captain Reno would be the first to find it after so many years, and the prestige would be his. They would sing his praises in the taverns and cheer whenever he showed up, for he would be generous and order a round of drinks on him! That was definitely the life, and it would all be made possible if only he could find out where the marlboro shaped rock was. Searching all of these little islands was getting tiresome. His loyal crew was on board his ship in the little cove they had anchored in, ready to come ashore at his signal, but this was one thing he wanted to do alone.
So, with map at the ready, a compass and a telescope, Captain Reno set out to find that treasure.
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"Let's go," the voice was a fluttering whisper. "Let's go."
Many of the plants were delicious, and the flowers were attractive, making the butterfly eager for this adventure as it stayed close to these as much as possible.
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"I'm gettin' there," he grumbled, hiking up a large sand dune on the way to the tree line. "See anything interesting?"
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"Over there! Over there!" Even from her vantage, she couldn't see enough to say it held the treasure for certain, but it was a likely spot, strewn with larger rocks and boulders.
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The little area was full of rocks, but none of them seemed quite right, at least not yet. Giving a huff, he leaned against a large one to rest a moment. "I got no idea what a marlboro shaped rock is supposed to look like."
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What? She could have suggested it was the cigarette.
Her helpfulness apparently exhausted for the moment, she came to rest atop one of the already-picked flowers, and crawled along it and its stem towards Reno's hand.
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Some pirates don't know how to treat their pets. (Mascots?)
With little choice in the matter, the butterfly hurried to catch up with Reno amid an angry flurry of wings before facing him directly. What to do with an enormous treasure...
"I hate being knocked around! hate being knocked around!" Actually, scolding Reno sounded better than answering. The flapping of her wings stirred up a fine white powder that turned out to be remarkably cold, like snow. Of course, the tiny tempest mustered by the butterfly was really no more than the lightest mist. If there was ice and hail among it, it didn't feel much different from soft snow.
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It was peace, of a sort. She made sure to keep her footing more secure now and, finally, let herself wonder what to do with riches.
Mizuno Ami had come from a very privileged background. That money had brought drawbacks, like her (false) reputation as a snobby princess and her (true) realization that her classmates had only buzzed around her back then in the hopes of getting something out of it. The blue butterfly had no real needs beyond a clear sky to fly in, and food.
"Land," she said finally. "Buy land." Somewhere she could go when she wanted to get away, somewhere that was her own and not at risk of ending up under someone's thumb. Somewhere new. It was a good reason for staying by her pirate captain: She could see everywhere.
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It made sense. Something to call her own, a good investment, and grow flowers.
Rounding a large rock, he finally spotted the twisted "marlboro" shaped rock, and boy was it twisted. Obviously volcanic, it didn't look like it belonged in the area, and it wasn't native to the island.
"Looks like we found it. Now... what next." Setting the flower on a shelf of rock, he held up the map and scanned it for hints.
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After all, even the form of a butterfly could accomplish great things - if the butterfly was her. She didn't let the failure of the miniature storm deter her.
The volcanic rock was out of place, so what did bringing it here mean? It served as a marker, but of what sort? Should they dig under it? Search somewhere nearby it?
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This was where he should start. "Here, now fifty paces. And then it's supposed to be buried underneath a 'pointing hand.' Wait..."
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"Right here!" she told him, as though drumming the words into his head. "Right here!"
Admittedly, it was hard to see how this could be true.
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Granted, there were a lot of rocks around, but not one looked like it could be the shape of a hand, unless it was a fist.
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sulkystubborn silence, it hovered where it was, though it turned in each direction as though still looking for a sign of the next clue.A pointing hand, huh?
Was the captain even sure it wasn't just an icon on the map rather than a clue?Wait. What about.... thinking bigger? Higher and higher, the butterfly went for a better perspective. What if some of the tall, nondescript rocks could stand for separate fingers if seen from a better vantage point?
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If not up there, then where was the next place to go? Though she stayed close to the captain, the butterfly darted short distances in each direction, still looking.
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"I'm gonna check the map again, see if there's another place it could be."
The map was getting well worn with all the handling, so Reno opened it and spread it out over the ground, getting a good look at the marks that indicated where the treasure was supposed to be.
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But where else fit the requirements? If only she could sense the treasure like she could the nearby water; but where it might be remained a mystery to her, too.
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It was a little mark on the map, just hardly big enough to be noticed, but it looked quite a bit like a hand. It wasn't far from where their position was on the map, but it wasn't just a hand, it was a pointing hand.
"I think I got it, babe. It's buried where that little mark is pointing."
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"Right away!" she called out. She was ready to move. She had the patience for poring over the map, but getting out there and doing something would be much better.
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And there was no denying, the government he worked for, very much liked the results he tended to give them.
Leaving his own crew to keep an eye on both ships, he only took two of his personal guard with him as he went to make landfall on the island. It shouldn't hopefully take too long to locate the redhead and bring him into custody.
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This was not good. He would have to use all of his wits and skill to get out of this one, as he did not intend to be stranded here. They were looking for him now, and perhaps if he gave them a long chase, he could sneak back here and free his crew from the hold. It would not be easy, but Reno wasn't one for just taking something laying down.
Carefully, he got up from his hiding place and made his way down to a spot just in front of the search party's path, and started making a very visible trail to follow, moving as fast as he could given the circumstances.
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He trusted those two to actually perform to the best of their ability with the task he set them. They had yet to fail him when given orders. Thus there was no real need for him to wear himself out following the redhead. Especially when he had the idea the reason for that obvious trail was to lead anyone who might follow it on a wild goose chase.
If his guess was correct, he would greet the redhead upon his return to his ship. Otherwise, his guards would capture the man. Really, a win-win situation either way for him.
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Looking around, he quickly dashed into his cabin to gain his hidden keys to the brig, just in case of an emergency, such as a drunkard throwing them overboard by accident.
What he didn't expect to find was the Naval Officer Himself right there, as cheeky as you please!
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She didn't actually have the necessary map, however. Instead, she had her memory of an old sailor's description of the strange rock and where, in relation to it, the treasure could be found. Making her way through the brush quietly, it was only when she emerged onto open ground that she realized she was not alone on this island. She narrowed her eyes, her hand resting near her blunderbuss pistol.