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Chapter 1

The harsh breeze of a month freshly turned Wood was
enough to billow and flap the loose garments of Mako the
Shark as he stood at the prow of Luna's Cutting Scimitar,
but it was not enough to chill his rough hide. The small
yacht turned pirate schooner was currently pulling into the
harbor of a small fishing village, parting the otherwise
still waves that stretched out to the horizon, meeting the
cresting sun in the distance, and further into a clear sky.
Few sounds permeated the still air surrounding the small
town of Eyre. The fishermen already about their day are
miles out at sea, leaving a silent dock, with only the
waves lapping against Mako's vessel, and the seagulls
following it to announce that life did indeed exist.
Indeed life was quite still, even on the ship.
Mako's form was all but carved of granite, only the wind
moving his baggy breeches about his legs like the sails on
his mast. His heavy topknot of thick, viridian hair stood
still on his otherwise shaven head, as did his eyes, closed
to the world around him. His arms lay crossed against his
chest, and his feet firmly planted on the deck. His squat
form, lidded eyes, and cross expression all but testify to
his stone-like qualities. His eyes slowly opened to reveal
a pair of aquamarine eyes, the gentle nature rivaling the
predator gaze set by his thick brow.
Seeming to come to life of a start, Mako slowly
turned to see the rest of his ship; Kaiju, his sworn
brother at the wheel, and Jasala, friend to the end coming
down from the rigging.
"Mako, remind me again what we are doing? I still
don't see what you hope to accomplish." Jasala inquired,
her lithe form taking a pronounced last step onto the deck,
her solid heeled boots giving a short clap onto the floor.
Not for the first time did Mako wonder how she managed to
climb rigging in those things, a real sailor worked with
flat boots, or nothing at all.
"My father said little to me, and even less of it
was of value, but one thing he was always right about
Jasala: Where there is jade, there's oportunity." Mako
lied, "We'll see what awaits us when we get there." There
was always a reason to give them, but mostly he would act
on his instincts. Unbeknownst to him, his crew was quite
aware of his 'gut instincts'.
"And besides," spoke a deep, hearty voice from
above the other two, belonging to Kaiju at the wheel, "you
know those people will be in need." Mako furrowed his brow,
and snorted at the comment. As if The Dread Pirate Mako
would come to the defense and aid of a helpless village,
that would ruin a reputation real quickly. Mako turned back
to the prow, observing the town as it came to life
seemingly all of a sudden, finally seeing a strange ship
slowly coasting into their harbor.
Ignoring the chuckling of his female shipmate, Mako
turned back about, in his 'captain mode'. "Tie those lines
up, we're about to pull in, and Kaiju, be gentle this time,
its a small ship remember?" Mako again ignored Jasala, a
grin creeping accross her face. Why did women think it so
funny when he was frustrated? Not bothering to fathom the
reasons, he instead set about securing the lines, preparing
to dock.

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