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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Nov 30, 2012 12:46:18 GMT -5
Marines Log: Day Three.
Location: Uncharted Island, North Blue.
Status: ...Lost!
"Captain... Captain... CAPTAIN!" one of the marines started to yell out in pure frustration, his face turning a bit red as the good captain was not even paying attention to them. Though finally the captain sighed and turned her head towards the marines walking behind her. "We have been walking in circles for days! We don't even know where we are on this creepy island!" the marine said as he slowly turned his head back and forth into the surroundings. They were walking along a dirt path in the middle of the forest, though from the moment that they walked into it they could tell that it was not normal. The way the trees looked and felt just reeked of creepy trouble, half expecting ghosts or zombies to pop out of the dark forest any minute now. Holding onto their weapons for dear life as many of them were already about to run away in fear any moment. "It feels like this forest is watching us..."
"Twice... we saw the same tree two times, that does not count as going in circles." the captain said as the marines behind them nodded in disagreement, holding up the number 4 as they had seen the same three over four times now. Though she knew that her marines were somewhat right, there was something wrong with this fores, and she knew quite well they they had been walking in circles for days now. But the strange thing was according to her own senses they had been walking straight, and she grew up in a forest. Not one as creepy but still a forest and she was more than able to find her way through a forest, more than most huntsmen. What ever it was that was keeping them lost in this forest was nothing natural, and she had the feeling that what ever it was did not want them to leave. This theory become more obvious once they realized that their den den mushi's received no signal anywhere near the island. "ZOMBIE!" she suddenly yelled out and pointed in the forest, scaring the crap out of her marines who all nearly jumped like little girls and grasped onto each other. Eventually realizing that there wasn't anything there and the good captain had tricked them; laughing as she walked away... Why does she hate us!?!
Three days earlier, before they even entered the island, they had received orders from one of the local bases that they there was a distress call somewhere in the area. Though when she accepted the mission she was expecting a pirate raid or ambush, what she was not expecting was some strange island that was not on any of the maps. But no matter how she felt about the situation their mission was to investigate the distress call.
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Dec 2, 2012 18:19:44 GMT -5
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"..."
The constant screaming and arguing made it rather difficult for the Marine to focus at the task at hand. But it didn't bother him; he really enjoyed it honestly. He rather have things loud and lively then silent and ominous. Suddenly, through the midst of all the commotion, the Captain screamed one single word that caused the entire crew to leap and huddle together like children. However, Alphonse didn't leap, nor did he pay much mind to the abrupt shout. However, he did notice one of the crew members hugging him and sobbing like a small child. He looked down at the obviously shorter male with a slightly rose eyebrow. The Marine looked up at Alphonse; snot pouring from his nose and tears tracing down his face and quickly realized who he was seeking comfort from. Swiftly, with unyielding passion and embarrassment. The Marine got himself together and saluted Alphonse with a stern look upon his boyish mug. Alphonse took the salute and bowed before pressing forward yet again. Honestly, he expected something like this from the carefree Captain. So why didn't the crew? Obviously they have been with her more, so shouldn't they know her personality and mannerisms? Obviously, he was cut from a different tree; or however the saying goes, because Alphonse didn't even flinch.
"Nice to see they can stay so optimistic."
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Post by Fredirck F. Frock on Dec 2, 2012 19:37:44 GMT -5
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Man, why did he have to get assigned to work with this crew? I mean, he usually worked with Captain Cherrypoo but, because another captain needed some more Marines, he had to send a man over. It just had to be Marine Frock...
His large frog hat didn't seem to be a distraction to others' on the ship or when they journeyed through the forest. No, they all thought that Fred was mad. Not saying that he could ever get mad but, in a crazy mad way. Wearing a frog hat and humiliating himself in public, almost like his father. This crew seemed to be less accepting but, he traveled with the main pack. The ones which were right behind the captain. Though, the lady looked kind of scary and perverted. His father told him that he once snooped into Captain Kass' shelf to see what she read to find all these perverted and romance books. This is partly why he wrote her crew as his last choice. Plus, his father and her had some weird encounters. That's why he stayed in the middle, not just behind her but enough to hear what the conversation was about.
This trees kind of gave him the creeps. They have been walking on this island for days to only figure out that they were traveling in circles. Suddenly the captain pointed over to trees, yelling. Almost everyone in the crew had jumped, some which wet their pants. Even the young frog had hopped into a Marine's arms. Clinging on to him as tight as his arms could reach to only hear her laugh. "Oii, Captain. That isn't very nice, ribbit." He stuttered, his legs still shaking from the shout. Almost like he was trembling. His neutral facial expression hadn't changed from the moment he stepped on her ship. Looking back over the man's shoulder, he watched another Marine cling onto a man's arm. Wow, that guy must of crapped his pants. Watching him salute and carry on with walking. By this time, the Marine dropped the frog. Fred created a small thud on the ground, rubbing his buttocks from the pain. "Hey, you could of dropped me nicely, ribbit." He spat, getting up and rubbing the dirt off his pants. This is why he hated her crew. Walking along with another man and the man who crapped his pants. Listening to what he said.
"Pfft, optimistic my ass, ribbit."
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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Dec 2, 2012 19:54:34 GMT -5
The good captain kept on laughing for a little while as she kept on leading the group along the path through the dark forest, paying little mind to the fearful actions of her subordinates. But enough was enough and the captain suddenly yelled out "QUITE ACTING LIKE A LITTLE GIRLS! YOUR BREAK ISN'T FOR ANOTHER 2 DAYS!" Kass suddenly yelled at her crew, who upon hearing this instantly got back into formation and the looks upon their faces changed to a more orderly one; though you could still obviously tell most were desperately holding in the fear. They knew all to well that their captain was in work mode. That kick of adrenalin should keep them alert for a good while. she thought. Her reasoning for scaring her men periodically was not due to pure boredom... well at least not all of it. What she needed was her men to pay attention to their surroundings rather than shivering in fear so her reasons were with good intentions.
"KINGSTON, FROCK! Front and center" she said to the drifter marine in the group. Unlike the rest of her men Kingston and Frock were the only marines in the group she could rely on to be serious in this kind of situation, and not becoming so easily frightened like a little mouse being hunted by a cat. Well scratching out the fearful part in Frocks case. She was rather lucky that he was stationed on her boat at the time of the distress call, and that the other got thrown on her own boat last second. Having Frock around also helped lighten up the mood with the rest of the crew members.
As soon as Kingston and Frock was next to her "Aside from those fearful mice back there and the obvious" she said as she gave Frock a ominous look"have you been noticing anything about the forest?" she asked the marine. Starting to get more than a little annoyed at the whole situation as she hated when things were drawn out longer than they should. She was more of the type to get a job done quickly and effectively, and this damn forest was preventing her from reaching her books on the boat! Thinking that this investigation would be quick and easy so there was no reason to take them along... ow how she was regretting that last second decision. "I keep getting the strange feeling that this forest is keeping us going in circles, its getting on my nerves" she said, saying the last bit under her breath.
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Dec 2, 2012 21:30:21 GMT -5
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Alphonse said in response to the second Captain that also joined them on the crews voyage. Slowly, two of the crew members passed Alphonse; face dirtied with dried sweat, blood, and tears. How where they bleeding? That was beyond the comprehension. But one thing remained obviously apparent; and that would be the look of dehydration and exhaustion. Reaching inwards within the long black leather trench-coat he wore, the golden eyed Marine pulled out a full to the brim canteen of water. He extended his arm and shook the metal container; the liquid within dancing within it and hitting the walls which created a very distinct sound only liquid of some sort could create. Almost instantaneously as this sound came to be, the two passing Marines stopped dead in their tracks and looked at the source of water like a duo of starved beasts. Now that Alphonse had their full attention, the young Marine tossed the canteen to the one nearest. The duo looked at the canteen, back at Alphonse, at the canteen, and up to Alphonse one last time; their eyes tearing up from the extremely kind gesture. The young Marine merely saluted the two before the fireworks of salty tears could commence, they did the same and indulged themselves in the liquid of life. Soon afterwards, the feminine voice of Captain Crocker echoed through the entire forest. It seemed she wanted Alphonse and Frock in the front of the line; no doubt to give them orders.
"Captain Crocker?"
The Young Marine saluted and ended the respectable action with a pride induced bow. He then listened to her words. She mentioned how himself and Frock were the only two she could really count on. But, in all honestly, that wasn't fair to the other Marines. This was indeed no normal forest by any means and no amount of training can prepare you for such a dry unpredictable place. But he also understood where the Captain was coming from; so Alphonse had no intention of disappointing. She continued; asking if they saw anything in particular she should know about. The big golden eyes of Alphonse blinked a few times as he thought about this single question. They passed the same landscape and scenery over fifty times, so the answer would unfortunately be no... Looking up at Captain Crocker with arms tucked up against his chest, Alphonse spoke.
"No. But it has been like we've been going in one big loop. However, I do believe it's just from this being a forest and everyone having high tension."
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Post by Fredirck F. Frock on Dec 2, 2012 22:21:32 GMT -5
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He could slightly agree with the man but also slightly disagree. "It's hard to say if that put them in high spirits or if their scared to death now. Knowing that zombies could come and eat their brains. Maybe even tear them limb to limb. Anyway, that's my opinion on the matter. But, they all deserve some water, ribbit." As he said that, he watched his subordinate pass a water of canteen over to the two grunts. Staring at them shed tears of joy which mixed in with the colour of red. Hard to believe that some were already bleeding. The heat could easily fry our skin, but there was no exception on why the men were bleeding. Fred ignored their obvious thank you to the Marine. Saluting the man as they ran to join the other formation. Marching in a block, heads held high though, he could smell fear in all of them. Some also which were desperate of water and a break. Faces drained in sweat.
"KINGSTON, FROCK! Front and center"
Letting out a large sigh, he walked lazily beside Kingston. His thumbs stuffed in his pockets, back arched. His knees were bent, letting him seem a inch shorter then before. As he glanced up at the movement of a salute from Kingston, it would probably be polite to do the same. Frock isn't the type to show manners or respect to fellow Marines. His head tipped up to see her face, asking a question to the both of them. "Besides your lack of direction, nothing from my end, ribbit." He remarked, his gaze avoiding her eye contact and wondering away to the marching Marines. Listening to Kingston speak and then he heard a whisper. Almost like Captain Kass was muttering something to herself. She must of realized that Fred was correct. He usually was anyway when he had to point out blunt facts.
His attention focused on the Marines. Each staring straight ahead, marching along with fear and high hopes of getting out of this maze. It wasn't a guarantee but, I guess they had to try. This might also involve Frock doing work though. Something which he can't consider while being a Marine. His hand left his pocket, reaching in to his jacket and grabbing a blow horn. A simple yellow cone shape which his fingers gripped the smaller circumference at the end. Taking a deep breath in, he watched the square squad march by him. "OI, IS ANYBODY IN THIS STUPID, BLOODY FOREST, RIBBIT!" No answer. Maybe this mission was nothing and they just got lost in a stupid maze.
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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Dec 2, 2012 23:00:52 GMT -5
Though she could not see behind here she mine as well could of with her senses, she could nearly hear and smell the joyful tears the marines were shedding over mere water. She would tell Kingston to not give the marines his water, though it was his choice. Despite her marine's complaints she was not allowing them to refill their own canteen, though when they asked her all she said was that they needed to toughen it up. But in reality she was to cautious in this strange maze and was worried that the ponds they had been passing were poisoned or worse.
Besides your lack of direction, nothing from my end, ribbit. After hearing this she was just about ready to give the frog a beating just like she would give to her father. Though her nerves were still not high enough for that. After all she was one of the few marines with one, as she had grown up training and hunting in forests. So as far as she could tell her sense of direction was perfect, it was just that something else was going on.
"We need to figure out something or who knows how long we will be stuck here... ideas?" she said calmly as she turned her head towards Kingston and Frock, only to see that the frog had taken the initiative already. Right as he he was saying ribbit Crocker appeared behind him smacking him in the back of the head to shut him up, her face turning into a pissed and annoyed. "Do you want to die frog!" she yelled at the frog. Aside from fleeing into the forest that was probably one of the worst things he could of done.
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Dec 2, 2012 23:40:31 GMT -5
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"I still don't believe we're walking in loops, but I guess it wouldn't help to mark the trees we passed with easily recognizable markings just to see if that is indeed the source of our dilemma."
He closed his eyes and thought about his suggestion. How were they going to mark and what? Slowly, opening them he looked around and saw nothing but lush vegetation and trees. Looked like they were marking trees which made the most sense anyways; all the arguments seemed to be centered around passing the same exact ones over and over and over again. Now, how would they mark them? Looking down at the lush grass, he saw nothing but that, mere lush grass. Some of the other Marines seemed to hold swords within their possession, so maybe they could strike each and every tree they pass? Yes, that would surly work. Wait, why did Alphonse need a sword when he had his body. Marking such soft surface like bark is childsplay for the golden eyed Marine. It's settled, he know what needed to be done. As one slow gust of oxygen left his plump lips, the sudden sound of Captain Frock screaming through the forest with some kind of voice amplifying item quickly emitted into heavy echos. Well, if anyone was around, pirate or bandit alike, they wouldn't be around anymore. Well, unless they were stupid but that's not always the case, now is it? Suddenly, the female Captain finally unleashed her wrath upon the male Captain. Hell hath no fury like a woman pissed off; or however the saying goes. Strolling over to the obviously downed male Captain, Alphonse offered him a hand up.
"You alright, Captain Frock?"
After doing this, every single tree the crew passed as they trekked forward. Alphonse delivered swift jabs to the crackling bark; leaving deep fist indents upon each fist making contact. If they were really walking in massive circles, they'd know now; they'd have too. |
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Post by Fredirck F. Frock on Dec 3, 2012 20:37:59 GMT -5
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A sharp back hand collided into his large frog hat. Dipping his head at the impact. The only problem with this was that the frog hat was twice as heavy as his head. Slowly, his body arched forward, the hat carrying his head down to the ground. Luckily, it was like landing on a pillow. Soft and squishy. Moving his legs apart from each other, again clearing his throat. The horn near his mouth as he gave one last shout. "OII, CAPTAIN! THAT WASN'T VERY NICE, RIBBIT!" His voice echoing again into the trees. A few birds flying out in the sky, and leaves barely rustling. This forest was a labyrinth. A minotaur waiting inside to come and eat their flesh.
Lowering the cone away from his mouth, he stuffed it back into his jacket. Next, he tried to use both hands to get up. Trying to reach over his large hat. His fingers barely reaching the dirt of the path. Great, just great. He would be stuck here. Well, that was until the Marine beside lent him a hand. What a nice fellow. Much nicer than the captain. His hand reached out for his, gripping and pulling himself and his head up. Standing up-right and his head level. "Thanks, I'll make sure you get a raise, ribbit." He spoke, as they both walked along the path. Watching what the man was doing. Fred's fist pounded into his the palm of his hand. "Man, you're intelligent, ribbit." Captain Frock might of not been the brightest man, or frog on any ship but, this Marine sure was. This kid easily thought of a different plan. Almost like a back-up plan if his failed.
The captain hopped over to a Marine. Eying the knife in his back-pocket. Quickly, the captain grabbed on to the man's shirt, pulling out the knife from his pocket. The man stopped marching, his body tilting backwards. Captain Frock let the man go and he dropped onto the next man who created a domino affect. That was kind of cool to see. But, he didn't pay any attention to it. He had the knife, and that's all that mattered. Hopping over to where the man had first punched, he started to draw a frog. In the shape of his hat with two eyes, and a large happy face to represent him. His marking. "Hey Captain Kass, do you like it, Ribbit?" Moving away from his craving. He showed the captain his drawing skills which obviously looked like a frog with smile..... not.
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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Dec 3, 2012 23:58:03 GMT -5
"We don't even know what this forest is and you go running your mouth." she said with a obvious hint of anger mixed with a dash of annoyance. For reasons she saw as obvious she didn't want anyone to do anything rash, at least until they figured out what the hell was going on this place. Even more so if this place was a trap, the last thing that she wanted to do was give away their position. That is if they didn't already know where they were.
When Frock decided to start yelling again Kass foresaw this and quickly thrust her boot onto the top of Frocks head, pushing it into the ground and mud. She was not going to let him do it a second time. Once she was satisfied she used Frock like a carpet, walking right on him to go back down the path. Not saying a word though her marines knew well enough not to say anything in a situation like this.
Normally she would find the whole thing slightly humerus, though right now she was a bit on edge. Not because of the actions of the marines or Frock, rather because she wanted to get back to the ship so she could figure out what happened after the big cliffhanger in the chapter she was reading. Don't worry Aver I will know soon, we both must be strong. she said to herself in her head.
When Kingston thought up of the idea she was all ears for it, letting him go for it as her own were getting them no where. Normally her senses would be right on the dot, though they were being thrown off somehow... for now she would blame it on the frog who was now busy drawing... something on the tree. Kass looked at the crude drawing and for the life of her could not tell what it was. "Why did you draw a dead beetle with its head in the ground?" she asked the frog man as she looked away, though before anyone could answer something happened behind Frock.
In fact something had happened the moment that Kingston had hit the tree, it was only apparent now. As Frock was looking at the captain for approval something was moving down the tree, and before frock could get far enough away from the tree what ever it was suddenly wrapped itself around frocks head hat and started to drag it back towards it. When the marines would see what it was that was attacking the frog they would realize that it was in fact a root! and it was alive!
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Dec 4, 2012 17:09:18 GMT -5
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"What species of dog is this, Captain Frock?"
The young Marine asked; his words drenched in heavy curiosity. The female Captain seemed to see an insect, but clearly the drawing of was canine origin... Right? While they pondered over the drawing, the unthinkable happened. Out of the corner of his golden optical's, Alphonse caught sight of the tree roots moving and tightly wrapping around the frog hat of the male Captain. With godlike reflexes and reaction time, Alphonse shot his body forward like the bullet leaving the muzzle of an flintlock pistol. Upon doing this, the young Marine cocked back his arm, exhaled a breath of anticipation, and released one mighty punch; aimed directly for the center of the root that had the Captain. The root itself crumbled under the force of the punch and the Captain was free to escape further danger. With a sliding leap backwards, Alphonse eyed the tree and spoke.
"Are you injured, Captain?"
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