The Wanted

In a small habour town called Deep Point Port, in the Toakey Bay area, the early morning business bustling started. Vendors opening shop, townsfolk hung out the clothes to dry. The dogs running up and down the street in an attempt to to catch a stray sausage from the old butcher. A woman nagging her husband about acquiring some nice jewelry. An errant boy running full speed, catching up to yesterday's laziness.

A cacophony of sounds waking up the late birds and drunks, still relatively hazy from the day before. The smells from food stalls. Bakers, butchers, perfume sellers, herbs, spices and all the niceness, filling the air. Hypnotizing the starving, tempting the hungry, inviting all to culinary company. Such were the life in the small town port, with no worry, and not a weary thought.

Down by the docks sat a young man, eyes fixed on the rising sun. He was daydreaming, chasing the endless horizon. Sitting there patiently waiting for a fish to bite, his thoughts drifted and he was lost in the beautiful view.

An approaching figure could be seen slowly humping down the wooden pier, his peg leg making a rythmical clunking as he got closer.

He pulled out a piece of parchment from his sash, observing the young one. Looking down the checklist crossing them off in his head.

Anket - Sellsailor - Deckhand

- Short and athletic build (bordering on skinny)

-Semi short brown curly hair

-Weapons, rifle type gun and short sword (possible hidden weapons)

-Typical rough hide/tanned leather clothing in black and red colours.

The man happy with the comparison set off to talk with the young guy. With a pep in his step, and a greasy smile he approached."Oi lad, names Barnum. Pleased to meetya" the man said in a coarse voice, cultivated from the many years of drinking cheap liquor.

"What ever you a selling, im not buying" the young guy replied, not even turning to face the voice.

"well..." the man said.

"Might wanna think this through, as i am not here to sell, but buy."

"What ever you are buying, im not selling". the young guy replied, a little more agitated. he slowly stood up to face the stranger.

A hearty laugh came from the man.

"Are you sure, because this poster right here tells me that you, are quite valuable. So if you, lets say scratch my back. I'll scratch yours."

Holding up the poster to the young ones face.

Two more men came into view as Anket faced the stranger and looked at the paper shoved to his face.

"as you can see, that pretty face of yours is worth a pretty penny. But im willing to look past that. That is if you, well... eh hemm say, paid half of your worth. And then i dont have to deal with breaking you and dragging your sorry ass back to the Empire's Guildhouse". The mans smile was even bigger now. One could smell the arrogance and see the greed in his eyes as the other two started waoking towards us.

As i saw the two other guys approach i knew the jig was up. Preparing myself for the fight, i turned my hip a little to the right. In a second that fat shit reached for his Lock on the right hip. Just as he got a grip on the handle he looked, just for a short moment away from me. Bingo!

Grabbing the collar of his vest on the left, i twisted my hips like a typhoon, shoiting my elbow straigt at his chin with the speed of a cannonball. Landing it, like bringing down the fist if a god. CRACK! His eyes rolled to the back of his head, body turning to mush, at the same time the man on my left drew his Blunder and took aim. Lucky for me i had the fat man was a perfect meatshield to take the brunt force. Pushing him to the left, and pushing my self up. Just as the guy on the right started fumbling with the seratted dirk on his belt.

Just as he got the dirk drawn with an overhand grip pulling it out of its belt, i shoot out my foot, not aimed at the face, but at the butt of the dirk. Slamming it back into his abdomen, Before he could wield it properly.

As soon as i landed on my feet, i started sprinting towards the town. Not spending time with taunts og spoils of victory. Pulling up my mask to conceal my look a little bit.

I was off.

All those long days fighting off drunk deckhands and officers alike, wanting to get their piece of my food, paid off. My body easily waving inbetween the common folks and everydayers in the streets was childs play, compared to dodging and weaving between cargo on lifts, masts loosely rigged and bums flying overhead and on deck during the storms.

The sun was going down as my siluette slowly disappeared in the night.