Tuesday, February 23, 2010
The cold breeze swept across the cheeks of Veous, chilling his spine down to the balls of his feet. His eyes barely stayed opened as the harsh winds of the northern sky blasted upon his face. The white foams of the North Neblu'es clouds sprayed across the rails, instantly turning the clouds into water across the deck. The substances in which makes all things work, the black star was centered in the mast , maintained and regulated by the officers. Regulated due to the addictive nature of its aura...
The crew on the other hand, worked their stations steadfast and tirelessly, as they all moral-fully gazed on the shadow that would eventually show home. Staring into the endless clouds of sea , Veous shouted to his men. " Almost home lads, almost home!"
The crew members of The Triton cheering held their spirits high ,as the magnificent floating island approached them in the horizon. Boasting its bustling market, and bountiful citizens, it was most definitely the ideal spot to squander anyones riches. This was the home they longed for. For much too long they've been sailing the skies and stars. Traveling high above the Eqitas, the highest point, the end of the world many seem to believe.
The Triton, once ventured out in to the wilds of the southern Neblu'es as well,where the treacherous Behemoths saunter. With the infamous , Captain Veous Claire at the helm, Their adventure never ceased to end. He who is known as "The Crimson stone".