Thursday, November 7, 2013

Retired Stinking 'Fish

"A'hoy, mate. Another a'hoy then again, aye? A'hoy! Bahaha! Drink up with me, you swag!"

Yes, yes. That was his words I last have spoken with him, about his crew and his Wooden Gallore. He was cheering, probably to cover his undying desperacy eating inside himself. And to cover, he was drinking. Way too much.

This cannot continue anymore, no more. There is still a destiny written for him, still so many accomplishments to achieve by him. He cannot spend a coin of his time lying in this drunken pot with his stomache presenting a complete "greatness". He cannot even remember his own name, it should be remembered...

That what his name is...

What titles do bear that name...

How many suffered from just spilling a word on that name...

And, how many more was going to...

Someone should seek that "Legend" in him, to bring him to a stand at least. Kuromelt may do that, but not anyone in this army. Noone can. We need him so alive. We need a true Captain, someone who is smelling blood, someone who had seen the inside of a Kraken , someone who looked inside the eyes of Meatless, someone who can drink to death and die so, then still able see the next light on the morning and keeps sailing to achieve even more deeds.

We need someone who had spoken to the ears of Dead. We need tha' Captain. We need Captain Oger. Oh and don't you forget to remind him his "Stone", Wooden Gallore may still have a chance.

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