8.1 John Rogues: I Do Things In My Own Way

2 days prior to the departure from Jamaica.

Barranquilla, Columbia

Reserve navy port.

He is John Rogues and his Moto is to do it in his own way.

It was night time, below the starry blue skies reflecting a mirror image of sea. A man in his 20s was standing on the dock, carrying the weight of his luggage and smoking from his pipe as if taking the last tobbaco of his life. Waiting for the ship to depart. The wind's were sure on the high tide on that day. Long hair of his was corded to the backside. Flaunting his facial hair.

Wind was so high as it was carrying papers with it, twirling and curling riding the wind wave. in one of them was a wanted man with curly hair named Karl.

"Vice admiral," a voice came. He turned. A short statured man was running in a pace. "My deepest apology, admiral had sent this letter." A thin man with a clean clear cut face, Robin was his name. He handed the letter to the vice admiral.

He pulled the golden string from the scroll. Read through the blue inkish words.

"Dammit, that damn admiral," his eyes shrink as he said with serious expression.

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"Vice admiral," Robin said.

"Robin, take care of my luggage until I return."

He walked towards the opposite of the sea into the navy office, admiral cabinet

He reached a small wooden hut, Noway in the hell does it look like a navy cabinet of admiral but this is because of the low budget.

He pushed the wooden door open in a smack.

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Reached out for the desk and punched the paper first on the table.

"What is this," he said glaringly towards a man in his 40s with white long beard and hair. Who was sleeping on his chair.

He waked up from the sound of the vice admiral. "Oh, John. He got a good look on John standing in casual loose cloth. 'Yawning,' you are the only one who have guts to barge in the senior officer cabin."

"Guts are not required to reveal someone secret that he is just lazing around in the name of work,"

"Now, now don't be harsh. But it's true your holiday for three days is been cancelled," he said moving his head left right. Expressing himself he can't do any thing about it. This orders are from the higher ups.

The mission written on the paper was to capture the criminal on run 'COLICO JACK’ who is on his way to cubes. As of why he was assign this mission is because of unusual rise in his rank in such a small amount of time.

"Look mister grandpa of noone, this is my chance to meet my fiance after a month and I am going on my own way." He turned around and took his leave.

"Kids this days, take everything too hypermindedly. Well never mind. I have to take care of my sleep."

He walked through. Carving the waves of wind to reach to the docks. "Damn, he tricked me. He made that ship depart 10 mins early. That bastard admiral will do anything to make me accept that mission." He said this when he saw the last ship in which he was going to board had already departed from the port. He watched as the ship sail.

"Vice admiral, your luggage." Robin came running with bags when he saw John near dock.

"Guess, luck is on my side, follow me robin." He saw a fisherman boat landed on the dock. It was a small singlesail yacht. He walked through the coastline of the sea to reach to the boat. What was prodigious about that boat was there was an owl sitting on top of the sail. It had quite a spark in his eyes just as a predator looking at his underdog. He put his leg sole over the apex-edge of the boat. Relaxing his hand over the lap of his leg.

"Can we get a ride," he said, while expealing his smoke pipe out of the mouth with the exhaled smoke which smeared into air.

A man covering himself with a blanket and had a sleeping posture. Guess, disturbed when he was having sweet dreams. He removed his blanket and in a way it was quite suprising, a curly bed hair guy with 15 of empty bottle of wine. Well it doesn't look unusual if it was filled. It can be reasoned that it is for trade but a man to drink this much in just one day journey. Is not normal.

Taking the support of the backside edge behind the sail of boat.

"Care to..... Hicuup... join. My friend,"