Post by Simone on May 2, 2012 18:19:09 GMT -7
*Look guys! I'm actually Simone this time! Lol.
True to Simone's knowledge, the ship she'd taken from the harbor did not have a full tank of gas. Unfortunately, it had less than she figured. The marker started moving dangerously close to empty. She just smirked. Let it run out. She'd make it to the shore if she had to paddle the boat there with her hand. She was a survivor and a scavenger. She was determined now to make it as far as she could. She let her deep teal eyes rove the horizon. The sun was starting to set now. The bite she'd taken was starting to throb. It was a nuisance, but she'd deal with it. Being imprisoned made it so she didn't know what how bad this bite was. For now- her primary concern was finding a way to make it to shore.
Her gaze crossed the horizon again. The crazed glint in her eyes intensified, focusing in on the speck that had appeared. Land or ship?
"Ahh... Well, well.... What have we heah? A little toy boat floating lost on the sea..." She turned the wheel and the ship heeled in that direction. "Let's see what cahgo you ah hauling, little fellah."
The needle was about on empty when her ship pulled up beside the tank of a yaht. She attached a fairly large hook to a rope she'd found and used it as a grappling hook and climbed up the rope, despite the protests of her left shoulder. The pain only made her that much determined to make it up, however, so it was ignored.
On the polished wooden deck, there appeared to be no life on the ship. She turned her head slowly from side to side, her eyes closed as she opened her ears for the slightest whisper of a sound. Slowly, the sound of someone breathing came to her ears. ... ... To the right. She waited longer yet, letting her head fall back so her chin was in the air, letting the cooling ocean breeze blow through her hair. Soon, timid footsteps haltingly approached her. She waited until whoever this person was would be in sight before snapping her eyes open and whipping her head in their direction. The chubby man jumped back almost a foot.
"Sweet mother-" He tripped over a cord on the deck and fell on his ass. He seemed on the verge of tears as he held his hands over his spray-tanned face.
"Yoah mathah isn't coming ta save you, deah. So you can stop ya whimpeahing." Simone approached him. She planted herself in front of him with a commanding and strong stance. "This ya boat, pretty boy?"
"N-no...."
"Then who is?"
"Mr... Mr. Goodman. I'm just.... I'm just the captain...."
"Good. You'll be taking me to shoah with it. Now. Get off ya fat ass." Simone strode away from him.
He whimpered behind her. "B-But there's a Navy ship there trying to stop any ship from reaching the harbor."
Simone turned her head slightly, a psychotic grin spreading across her face. "Leave the Navy to me... Ya rich mastah undahneath the deck?" The little chubby man nodded. "Time foah a little chat then."
True to Simone's knowledge, the ship she'd taken from the harbor did not have a full tank of gas. Unfortunately, it had less than she figured. The marker started moving dangerously close to empty. She just smirked. Let it run out. She'd make it to the shore if she had to paddle the boat there with her hand. She was a survivor and a scavenger. She was determined now to make it as far as she could. She let her deep teal eyes rove the horizon. The sun was starting to set now. The bite she'd taken was starting to throb. It was a nuisance, but she'd deal with it. Being imprisoned made it so she didn't know what how bad this bite was. For now- her primary concern was finding a way to make it to shore.
Her gaze crossed the horizon again. The crazed glint in her eyes intensified, focusing in on the speck that had appeared. Land or ship?
"Ahh... Well, well.... What have we heah? A little toy boat floating lost on the sea..." She turned the wheel and the ship heeled in that direction. "Let's see what cahgo you ah hauling, little fellah."
The needle was about on empty when her ship pulled up beside the tank of a yaht. She attached a fairly large hook to a rope she'd found and used it as a grappling hook and climbed up the rope, despite the protests of her left shoulder. The pain only made her that much determined to make it up, however, so it was ignored.
On the polished wooden deck, there appeared to be no life on the ship. She turned her head slowly from side to side, her eyes closed as she opened her ears for the slightest whisper of a sound. Slowly, the sound of someone breathing came to her ears. ... ... To the right. She waited longer yet, letting her head fall back so her chin was in the air, letting the cooling ocean breeze blow through her hair. Soon, timid footsteps haltingly approached her. She waited until whoever this person was would be in sight before snapping her eyes open and whipping her head in their direction. The chubby man jumped back almost a foot.
"Sweet mother-" He tripped over a cord on the deck and fell on his ass. He seemed on the verge of tears as he held his hands over his spray-tanned face.
"Yoah mathah isn't coming ta save you, deah. So you can stop ya whimpeahing." Simone approached him. She planted herself in front of him with a commanding and strong stance. "This ya boat, pretty boy?"
"N-no...."
"Then who is?"
"Mr... Mr. Goodman. I'm just.... I'm just the captain...."
"Good. You'll be taking me to shoah with it. Now. Get off ya fat ass." Simone strode away from him.
He whimpered behind her. "B-But there's a Navy ship there trying to stop any ship from reaching the harbor."
Simone turned her head slightly, a psychotic grin spreading across her face. "Leave the Navy to me... Ya rich mastah undahneath the deck?" The little chubby man nodded. "Time foah a little chat then."