The sun shined directly over Zig’s head as he sat perched on the side of the dock waiting to get picked up. He had laid his sword on the dock to his right and his bag of belongings on his other side and sat there, trying to relax.
Zig looked over at the rest of the group he was with. A mish mash of a dozen or so different people from different places with different styles of weaponry, assesories, cloathing, styles. Some looked like they would make a good match to fight. All the people in the group were talking about the job they were hired for. Zig was a little lost as to what the job was as well. Nobody was told anything. The flyer only said that they would go to an island and upon our return they would get paid. But he didn’t worry. He just liked to sit back and let fate bring him places. And with that thought, Zig closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
He rested like this for about 5 minutes before he was disturbed. Another hired hand had come over to talk. “Hello there” the man said. His voice was deep but understandable. Zig looked over to the man. The man was large, but not fat. Easley over 6 feet tall. He was clad in metal plate mail and had a sword strapped to his waist. His face was also large, but chiseled. His hair was long and blond. It kind of wierded Zig out, but he didn’t show it. “I saw you over here by yourself and figured I’d be nice and talk with you. Do you mind?” the man said.
Zig rolled back to his relaxation. “I won’t stop you” he said.
“Cool” the man said. He sat down Indian style on the other side of Zig’s bag. He then extended his hand for a hand shake. “My name is Thrak” he said eagerly.
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Zig just stayed as he was. “Zig”.
Thrak retracted his hand and moved his head slightly forward.” What was that?” he asked.
Zig turned his head to Thrak and opened his eyes. “My name, Zig”.
“Ahhhhh” Thrak said, leaning back a bit. “So, why are you doing work for the Black Tide?”
“Money”
“Well, why do you need money?”
“Helps me continue”. Zig always kept his answers short.
“Continue what?” thrak persisted.
“Why so many questions?” Zig moaned.
“Well, I’m just trying to start conversation.”
Zig sighed. Then he turned to Thrak. “So why are you working for the black tide? You look a little too primped up to be with a band of pirates.”
“Oh, I love to adventure” Thrak said enthusiastically. “This “mission to the isle” they said about seems like it will have surprises.”
“What’s the mission about anyways?” Zig questioned.
“None of us know. All we know is that we are going to some island.”
Right after Thrak had stopped speaking, the 2 warriors heard another voice from behind them. “Alright! I need all of you on this boat now. Last chance to back out!” the voice was incredibly deep and sounded very ethnic. Zig and Thrak looked behind them to see a man draped in thin but bunched up clothing. Zig had never seen anything like it. The man was very stern and looked greatly intimidating. He was standing in a very large transport boat with 4 slaves rowing.
People started gathering their things (except for one who chickened). Thrak had been carrying his bag on his back and was already to go and on the boat. Zig got up and strapped his sword to his waist and slung his bag over his shoulder. The boat was already full of people when he got there and there was one spot in the back next to the man in charge. Zig knew why everyone did not want that spot but he took it without a problem. He sat down and slumped back like normal.
When everyone was ready, the man in charge yelled something in a language that he did not understand, but the slaves started rowing towards the large ship in the distance.