Soon, he begun to steal.
It was so hard for him. So so hard for him. It was hard to get people to trust him. People hated him because of the deal he had made. He never told them why he had joined them. He was afraid of what they'd say if he explained it to them.
Then to people out side of his Island, they hated him because of his race.
While he looked rather human compared to most, there were many obvious signs of his race, like fins along his body and the webbing between his fingers. The first year and a half of trying to get money was nearly complete hell for him.
He barely had anything by then too, all because people wouldn’t trust him enough for small little tasks or let him even get near them to be able to steal something. The people who did ‘trust’ him ended up cheating him out of the money they had agreed upon and either cut the amount in half and chased him off or didn’t pay him at all.
It drove Kirk insane.
It drove him to the point where he had taken a dagger to himself. He sliced off his own fins around his face and hands, cutting off the webbing between his toes and fingers while in absolute agony the entire time.
As soon as his wounds healed, leaving scars all over parts of his body, he was up and running again. More people trusted him now, people paid him correctly and sometimes even tipped him. It was a dream! As he got old enough, he started to even flirt and swoon people into taking their money as well, his good looks easily charming others.
Eventually. He stopped coming back to Cocoyashi all together.
He couldn't stand the way the people he loved looked at him. The side eye glares. The quiet murmurs. Part of him was angry, how could they look at them like that? After what he was doing for them?! But at the same time. Why wouldn't they? To them. He was a traitor. A kid who took the easy way out. Joined a man who heralded himself as 'the pinnacle of all races. The Superior being'
He kept a miniature transponder snail, a creature that could send signals to and from their species over vast distances. The one he had was the size of a coin, and only went one way. The small slug like creature was used to keep barnum up to date.
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But he was never listening. He never had.
After all, why would he listen and make deals with someone inferior of race to him?
Thats how those ten years went. Everyday. Every month. Every year. Until-
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Kneeling on the ground, Kirks eyes hardened. 'How could I ever hope to kill him...I'm nothing compared to his strength...Hes human and fishmen!'
Fishmen were known for having strength that was in someway comparable to x10 that of a Human. Rather at peak strength, or casually. Kirk was in the lower section of this. He was stronger that humans with out much effort. But he couldn't match someone like Leroy or Barnum.
His mind ached as he pushed himself back to his feet. Body shuttering, if he couldn't kill barum...He knew who could help him...
With tears in his eyes, Kirk broke into a sprint! Renewed vigor seeping through his veins like a runners high!
Soon, his feet were back on the dirt roads of the outskirts of the town before his feet started to run along the pavement of packed dirt, breaking through into the main part of town. There were the people milling about now, and guess what they were doing? Looking absolutely mortified.
As soon as he would pass or they heard the chaos of civilians seeing the thief running by down towards the docks, they would shrink back in fear along the buildings, giving Kirk the widest berth they could on such short notice.
Ha, imagine that! Seeing the man you just let get kidnapped and taken away running through town without a shirt or pair of shoes and only dawning some gross pants that weren't even what he was wearing when he got there. Kirk didn't care though.
His attention was undivided and aimed at the docks. Something inside of him was causing some turmoil though. What if this wasn't the crew? What would happen then?
Finally, he was close enough to the docks. Not right at them, but he could sorta see the figures milling about somewhat so early from where he was. He started to slow to a stop, panting and staring, raking his eyes over the people he saw.
Soon enough, Kirk saw it. An inventor with a pompadour and a bandana. A swordsman a bit further from the crew, bandaged up. A cook, well suited and smoking with his hands in his pockets. And a captain with a red sash around his waist. A tired smile burst onto his lips as he let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"Leroy..." Kirk mumbled it, everything almost feeling like a dream up to this moment.
His legs finally gave out on him, bringing him to his knees as he stared at the crew. Tears which he didn't know he had the supply for started to roll down his cheeks again. A sob choked him for a moment as he hugged onto himself, hands going to the sides of his arms while he leaned forward a bit, shaking with heaves of sorrow and joy.
He really was here. Here to help him. Kirk leaned his head back up and took in a deep breath before screaming out, his voice nearly silencing the entire town.
"LEROOOOYYY!!"