Jewel of The Sea | Remi R. Patrylo

[Naz Capone]

Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.

Wooosh...Woosh....Wooshhhh, went the great ocean moving in a rhythm with each sway. The ocean was an amazing place to come if a man wanted to get stress off his mind, but the only problem with being in the sea was it was impossible to buy any merchandise without being on land. Many people would stock up on stuff, but it would become a struggle when their supplies would start to shrink.

The sun beamed onto the great ocean, currently a little wooden board like object which would be used for a boat was in the sea. A man would be found sitting down on it. He had a pink kimono around his shoulders to his thigh it had flowers and flowed just like the ocean. He also had a straw hat to also shade away from the sun. This man was Naz Capone he had left his home town Umbre and was letting the waves take him away.

Naz was very odd and anyone who saw him would notice that he was on a piece of board which could only fit one man. His legs cross crossed as he lifted the booze bottle to his lips. He tilted it off as the liquid went swimming down his throat.

"That hit the spot..." He said with a rough voice...

Naz hadn't encountered any people for the longest, and was hoping that maybe he could get directions very soon. Being that the rain had stopped he had surely knew he was a long way from Umbre now. Naz wondered if everything was going well and that everyone was okay.

Currently Naz had no idea where he was going and for some reason didn't care. He was willing to go through any obstacle Mother Nature or the man in clouds had for him...

"Sooo where in heavens could you be taking me beautiful ocean?" He said with a sigh and took another sip from his booze.,

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE

[Remi Rowan Patrylo]

TAGGED: Naz Capone remi had seen many wholly tragic things at sea. the man in atrocious pink didn't quite scrape into the top ten – lest he repeat he'd seen many of them, the cause of half of the best at least — but it at least hit in the thirties at least. people stranded at sea always tugged at his heartstrings so when he had heard the cry of one off the starboard bow? he just had to look, remi couldn't resist. he'd commandeered a crew member's spyglass – remi was captain, he didn't need to assure himself that no-one would put up a fuss — and was not disappointed with what he saw. remi thought, and then promptly said, “poor thing,” before issuing an order for the sails to be furled. this was done with absolutely no knowledge that the man on the makeshift boat was there voluntarily; that, for one, would have definitely adjusted the man's placing on the tragedy list. it also wouldn't have made remi consider coming to a stop so much. so this meant a whaler loomed over naz's makeshift boat when they made it closed. remi looked over the edge of his ship with vague condescension in a smirk and intense sympathy in knitted eyebrows. he lazily wiped the edge of a railing clean of sea water with one glove hand – a shark skin glove – then promptly lifted himself over to sit on the ship's fencing with his arms gripping a ratline to his right. his legs now swung in the air, heeled boots close to clipping against the wood of the arcturus' exterior, and he looked down with an expression that tried for sympathy but came out gleeful. “a survivor lost at sea? or rather, thrown overboard?” remi didn't doubt the answer but perhaps he should have. it just seemed so implausible that someone would put themselves in that kind of situation of their own volition. his ship moved gently with the waves and remi played with his hair as he called down, “was it for that kimono?” frankly remi felt he would have thrown a man overboard too. perhaps he was being a touch dramatic but it was just what seeing a tragedy did to him.

[Naz Capone]

Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.

Naz just rock n' stroll with the ocean as it waved left & right. He was calm and collected unlike many others would be staying on just a piece of board. It wasn't his fault that his mini boat couldn't survive the storms of Umbre, but no one saw him complaining anyway.

Naz liked testing the capabilities of the sea and if it mean't traveling with just this wooden board then he would do just that. Being a solo pirate mean't that a pirate could do anything by himself even surviving the great monstrous sea. As he continued to sway with the ocean waves.

All of a sudden as the great sun was just blocked, by a shadow which covered Naz head. He would open his eyes , before being able to take another sip from his booze. Naz turned his hips while sitting on the wooden object and this would cause him to face the ship..

Finally he had ran into something that would carry human life. With the flick of his eye Naz would spot a red haired man. He asked if Naz was a survivor lost at sea or thrown overboard. For some reason Naz was wondering why would this man think such things...

As he would take a sip from his booze bottle and a gulp would come to his throat. Naz looked towards the man, "Ooooii, That wasn't nice to sneak up on me like that..." He said with a deep friendly voice.

"But since you asked me a question..as a code of my manly honor, I'll answer. I was traveling from my hometown Umbre and got caught in shipwreck...this is that last of my ship which you see me traveling on, but I wouldn't call it being stranded, just think of it as a TEST!" He said with a smirk of enjoyment to the man on the gigantic ship.

Naz would take one more sip from his booze bottle, and looked up to the red hair man.."By code of the sea, I'll introduce myself...The name is Naz Capone..." He said introducing him.

Naz believed in the code of the sea & pirates. One of them was if to come in contact with anyone by sea, it was best to introduce yourself. As he waited for the red-haired man to respond.

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE