09-08-2010, 05:08 AM
“Hey, hey, hey! Catch him!” a fat man wobbled over the cobblestone steps in the crowded marketplace as he bumped into a number of people, further pushing him away and back from catching the thief. The thief had just stolen a bag full of jewelries perhaps worth more than a million. If he didn’t get that back by midday, this was going to be a burden for him. He had debts piling up the past few years and he didn’t want this adding into his problems. But, it seemed like that was inevitable.
The thief was just too sly and swift for him to catch.
The thief was no older than nineteen, barely a kid and even barely an adult. He was dressed in clothes that seemed to be of good quality: a black vest that showed off his lean and slightly muscular build, tight black pants that were ripped in a number of places, a loose belt that clinked (because of the items hanging there) with his every movement, and a black pair of boots that hid the hem of his pants. On his left arm, he wore a black band just a little above the middle of his upper arm and another thicker black band on his wrist; and, on the other arm, he wore black, fingerless gloves that had a silver metal band wrapped around his wrist.
Grinning brightly, Allen slowed down when he was out of the marketplace and walked into the dock. He pulled his hat down that had goggles wrapped around it and hid the upper half of his face from view. He had to tilt his head back a bit once in a while to see where he was going. Wrapping the bag’s ropes on a free slot in his belt, he whistled a merry tune. Now, he wouldn’t have to worry about money matters for at least… a year maybe? Once he’d gotten the knotting done, the male reached up to take his hat out and run his bare fingers through his greasy, black, wavy hair and then slid the hat back on.
The dock he was on wasn’t that for sailors set out to sea. They were for the sky sailors. Ever since technology had boomed about twenty years ago, the distance between those of the rich and those of the poor had lengthened. And, it was apparent, too, that the number of poor people had grown for the past ten years. Allen’s one of them and he isn’t expecting to be someone great unless he’d become an inventor, which he’s particularly bad at. One thing he’s not bad at though is cooking. He doesn’t mind cooking once in a while in inns to get silver and a penny enough to buy a fruit.
“Hey!” The familiar voice made him stumble forward. He scrambled to get to his feet and, yet again, outrun the fat man. “Thief! Come back!” That was enough to catch the people in the dock’s attention. The last thing Allen would want for himself is to find himself behind bars again. And to think I’ve just been released a month ago, he thought as he’d let out an exhausted sigh with his eyes sliding shut. When he’d opened his eyes, he’d found himself turning a three-sixty degrees over and getting knocked out inside a crate of vegetables that had been covered and brought into a ship.
Allen was well aware of the fact of sky pirate ships existing but he hadn’t thought of ever getting onto one by being a stowaway from getting knocked out in one of their crates.
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