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Of Bondage and Stone
Topic Started: Jul 21 2017, 01:37 PM (984 Views)
Shintai Hakai
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[If you use that theme that makes text white this is a personal FU Anti-Headache masterrace, also the people here are just... white so...]

"Now Mrs....I'm sorry what was it again?" the stark white man would ask in Kaiji's direction, looking her body over in what could be described as awe. Kaiji, in all honesty, had no idea if the staring was of... lewd motivation or because of her colored jacket. Kaiji's body took on furrowed eyebrows, and decided that the man's intentions were a little bit from column A, but also a little bit from column B. "The name is Kaiji, But you can call me anything you like" she spoke softly, trailing off her voice in an obvious 'cutesy' manner. The man tensed up at her comment, and sputtered from his mouth "Y-Y-Yes, That's what it was... Kaiji! You wanted me to uh... s-show you around town and tell you about any... strange occurrences?" he finished, to which Kaiji leaned toward the man, looking up into his eyes "Yes, that's exactly what I wanted! And maybe some more..." she spoke, playing with the man's easily manipulable nature -- she could have sworn despite his pure white color he had blushed a bright pink. The people around took to staring in Kaiji's direction.

"If she dresses like that something bad is going to happen to her" came from the midst of citizens "She's the only one to blame if someone comes up and snatches her color..." they whispered. Kaiji was confused for a second, as she felt that the extreme amount of double entendre was just... unpalatable. She took the opportunity, however to abuse the nature of her tour guide, and started to remove her coat to reveal a tight white tank-top, showing off some skin. She handed the red coat to her tour guide " I hope you can take good care of this for me... you look big and strong -- I bet you can defend it." she finished, to which the internal screaming of the man in front of her grew to tremendous heights, and the judgement from the crowd of people heightened " Now she just looks like some boring citizen wearing all white..." they spoke "No man would ever be attracted to a girl with no colored clothing..." the crowds grew more and more focused on the two.

Kaiji turned with grace toward the crowd "Can you take just a second out of your day to not judge others by their appearance? It may serve you well." she spoke, removing one of her gloves. She took a match from her box of matches and lit it, moving it gently toward her palm. Inching closer and closer, just smoothly gliding toward her palm.

Upon contact a small but noticeable Boom! played out from her hand, and a miniature explosion grew slightly larger. The match was broken from it's top half, and the crowd grew increasingly uncomfortable with Kaiji's presence. She slid her gloves back on as she looked over the crowd.

If the crowd had decided to 'fight' her, or agitate her to a greater extent she knew she would lose, but one of the most important traits of a monster hunter is their ability to bluff competence -- to hold ones own when in the complete dark as to their opponents strength, and if bluffing is what it took to get some weirdos off her back -- she would bluff.

" You asked if any...strange occurrences were in town... It just so happens there may be a special... auction" he spoke " Of... Exotic creatures... you may be interested in" he finished, slowly. Kaiji walked closer to the man and stood upon her toes, giving him a kiss on the cheek "Really?! I'd love for you to show me!" she said, wrapping her arm into his "Would you please take me?" she finished, and the two began to walk toward their destination
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A tall lanky man wearing a leather cowboy hat and dusty suit walked in the bowels of a ship. The dimly lit vessel only had a few portholes scattered about this large storage area, leaving little to be seen. Lighting a large cigar the man pulled a notepad from his coat pocket and began to stroll an isle of bodies. His cigar would light up his immidate area around his face, and he'd use this light when counting the bodies of men that were piled upon one another. 1...2...3...4...dead...5...dead...dead...and...you're alive aren't ya you piece of shit..." The lanky man kicked and prodded a body with his shoe spurs. The body he kicked was entirely coated in reflective and blond hair. The body was almost entirely obscured by the wild curly locks, completely shielding the individuals face. Boy...you better be alive! I know there ain't nobody that's going to want to purchase you're tuna can smelling ass, but I have to put you on display reguardless. Don't be a fookin' fool! I know you are still alive, fish fucks like you-

The lanky man was cut off by the sight of an oncoming object flying towards his face. Moving out of the way quickly the man was keen to note that it was a iron ball, from a ball and chain restraint that had barely missed his head. The ball would fly towards the wooden hull of the ship, breaking loose a few boards, just enough to fit a small person through. All of a sudden, the seemingly lethargic and lifeless masses of slaves would rise up springing from the darkness attacking the light. The individual who tossed the chain, the slave with the radiant blond hair, would be pulled from his potion by te ball and chain towards the hole. Crafty fucker! The lanky man lunged for the hole and the blond haired individual, catching the slave just in time. The individual slave that was captured flailed and attempted to free himself, the ball and chain attached to their wrist tugged at them; pulling them to freedom. You ain't going anywhere you bastard! Neither are you! The tall man would pull a revolver from his side, using his fire hand to beat slaves back down from his position. He wielded the weapon with great strength and efficiency clearing packs of the weakened slaves with only a few hits. Pointing the barrel at the group of slaves as they cowered in his shadow, the man would lecture his property. Ya sons of bitches think you're slick...you think you can take advantage of an open ring that this dumb fish made? Did any of you think you were going to escape from me, I hope not. Half of you already died on the trip here, the rest of ya'll devils are going to be put for auction! The only freedom you'll have is the freedom here and now to fess up and let me know which one of ya'll ain't worth the effort tah get you to auction! Hmm! If you wanna fight and claw your way to Gesso, Fine. I'll just shoot yeh in the fucking mouth! No man, and definitely no fucking fish is going to make me, Marlboro Joe look like a damned fool! Looking at the bod boy in disgust, Marlboro pulled the hair of the kid, pistol whipping him a few times before kicking him to the ground. Tugging on the ball and chain, Joe pulled back in the restraint and dropped it on the boys stomach.You've tried something like this every Island, if I were less of gentleman, I would've killed you long ago. But I promised you whore fish mother that I'd sell you off instead of using you for rations, so, don't make keeping that promise hard you bastard.

This was a slave vessel, the "Southern Cut". For weeks the ship had been out at sea, traveling to a peculiar location, Gesso island. The ship had just docked and was preparing for a large underground slave auction.
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Fudo "Saikyō" Saiken • Captain • Saiken Silver Grand Master/Smith •
Beast Blood Pirates Bounty: 390,000,000 • SD Earned: 1032 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
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Bounty: 40,000,000• SD Earned: 210 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
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Kaiji walked through town, looking at all of the (to be fair) white. A few people walked around with bright colored clothing, but for the most part, everyone wore more bland colors -- signs about the very obvious class disparity within the society. "Miss... we're approaching the auction now, you said you were looking for monsters, correct?" Kaiji turned toward the man, slightly confused "Yeah, I told you already -- I hunt monsters that hurt people." Kaiji said, turning her head back toward the direction they were walking "Well... do you intend to buy one of the monsters, and then kill it... or?" the guide spoke, but Kaiji stopped and put her arm out. "I don't just kill something that has done nothing to me -- you're taking the word monster too literally." Kaiji stepped forward again, starting up the journey yet again. "The monsters of this world are just people that cause a overall negative... outcome. Creatures that make people or other creatures feel pain -- or something like that. It has honestly been a while since I've had to explain it." Kaiji said.

The man grew anxious "E-E-Excuse me Ma'am, but you may not want to go to this auction-- being the type of woman you are" Kaiji turned her head around "what do you mean?" Kaiji said, the man looked down toward the ground as they walked " I fear you may become violent... at this auction." the man said. Kaiji grew ever curious "Think about it this way, guide dude -- if it's something I'd get angry at and destroy, it probably deserves it in the first place" Kaiji said, giving the man a wink. He blushed a pink hue, but caught up to Kaiji despite his surprise.

Soon they arrived at a brick building, and were let in "I have an... interested customer in my midst. Someone who may truly detest wage slavery" the man said. The key, to this code -- as it would appear, was the usage of long drawn out words to spell out the actual message. The man looked at Kaiji "Follow me." he spoke, leading her to a dark and cramped stairwell. Soon she entered a large underground 'theatre' of sorts, and was led to a seat on the 2nd floor, overlooking the stage. "I recommend you wait here, miss. the product will be out shortly.".


Soon two men beside her began a conversation "I need a new slave to help run one of my towns.. business has just been interrupted far too much -- I bet a fishman would do well to scare off any pirates." one man said. Kaiji sat and pondered for a second, and finally connected two and two together. she looked forward at the stage, put her head into her hand and rubbed her temples. "goddammit." was all she could mutter.

It was a fucking slave auction!
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After a proper beating, most of the men on the slave vessel were escorted ashore. Those that remained aboard the ship were either too damaged or too ill to be presented. Chained wrist to wrist and ankle to ankle, the troop of livestock were herded into an underground trading facility. The men would be packed into a large cage, one longer than an average vessel but short enough to make it uncomfortable to stand for Gran; his horns banging against the steel structure. Being only slightly above average in height, the young boy was still the shortest slave present. The men would have to squat walk their way into their containment cell. Their position was meant to be tiring to maintain as most things were. Slaves often would be scared by the bright lights and see an open stage as an opportunity to flee or seek revenge. At least this way the men would be drained by their lack of physical activity and vapid diet. Hard pressed against the cage, Gran would find it difficult to even breath. For some reason the area seemed unusually dry. Before long he'd spot a few heaters that seemed to have been recently turned on. The room they were in was cement, something separated from any areas that potential clients would see. This was a cleaning room. Caged and squatting, the men would soon see half a dozen men in white full body rubber suits enter. Disturbed by their ghoulish appearances, the men began to tens up and press their bodies away from the cleaners. Though not immiditealy apparent, the men carried massive fire hoses. And after lining themselves up in a firing squad formation, they would begin to bombard the slaves with highly pressurized soap and cold water.

With nothing said and most men assumed the worst. Even Gran had some overly negative thoughts about what he saw. Having heard stories of slave ships selling off their slaves as literal cattle in packs to cannibals was a story that came to mind. Being a child things like that stood out when compared to the generally mundane and grim reality he lived in.

This moment, even if it lead to cannibalism was rather enjoyable. It had been months since the boy had cleaned himself, or was allowed too. On top of that the water that violently stunned most men was relaxing. His skin was easily chapped and dry, water being the only cure. Being partially fishman also made the experience more enjoyable than it should've.

"It's showtime in 5! This group goes on last!" a single worker announced to the others.
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Beast Blood Pirates Bounty: 390,000,000 • SD Earned: 1032 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
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Bounty: 40,000,000• SD Earned: 210 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
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Kaiji grabbed her hand, gently removing one of the gloves that usually would cover it, basically serving as protection for any of the damn people around her who didn't want to experience a on contact baby explosion. Kaiji sat, watching rows of able bodied creatures and men dragged out in front of her, experiencing a internal moral dilemma. I have to help them... don't I!? right!? but I can't do it with all these people around... It'd be too dangerous... Kaiji said, staring off. Men yelled out their prices for the creatures and men, treating them as if they were constant equals -- disgusting Kaiji. Tamers moved out from the sides of the stage, tugging at chains and keeping everyone in line. The odd few slavers would prod the creatures, stabbing into their flesh to show off the might of their roars.

All around Kaiji, discussion of the best deal, who they wanted to buy, why they wanted to buy them. The discussions got to her core, but she remained still -- not acting out of a gentle fear. An announcement rang through the crowd, the last of the group would be coming through. Kaiji got up from her feet, turning to the men "Excuse me sirs... I need to go to the water closet." She would say, making her way on by.

Upon turning around, Kaiji noticed a group of smaller fishmen... younger fishmen. Kaiji turned around, "Oh god fucking dammit." She spoke out, and her body engaged itself on her own. Kaiji pulled open her oil canteen, tossing it out ahead of her and over the ledge, landing down onto the crowd below. she pulled out a box of matches, swiping it and lighting it, and then gently tossed it onto the ground below. [.5 AE]

Kaiji lept over the ledge toward the stage with reckless abandon, hitting the ground and rolling as the oil that was doused on the men created a small melee range explosion along them. (The characteristic of her oil). Kaiji looked up directly toward one of the more brutal men who was mistreating their slaves, and raised her hand upward. "Say hello to my little friend!" Kaiji said, flicking the oil forward and snapping her fingers, igniting a small trail midair that slammed directly into their cheek. Kaiji stood up and looked around [1 AE], pulling out her gun "Being a monster hunter isn't literal you pieces of crap! It's more of a metaphor!" Kaiji yelled out to the crowd. "Any of you slaves that want to break free, I recommend you pull that shit now!" Kaiji yelled out, hoping, just maybe, that someone would help her in the dire situation.
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Edited by Shintai Hakai, Oct 10 2017, 10:51 AM.
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Amos manned the wheel. It had been a few days since they made it over Reverse Mountain. The sniper was feeling increasingly lost without his bow. Alex hadn’t shown him the sketch of what he wanted to make, either. Of course, Amos respected the craftsman’s trade and didn’t ask to see a sketch. He was sure the Swordsman would want to wait until he had it completely ready before he showed it to him. Amos was looking forward to that day.

Over the past few days, Amos had begun to realize that Alex was right. They needed a bigger ship. Theirs was just large enough for them all to sail without too many issues, but they would surely want to increase in size as a crew. Besides that, Alex seemed to miss his craft dreadfully. Amos was thinking that if they bought another ship (or bought a ship in general, since this one was stolen) that it might be nice if they commissioned a forge put into it. He wasn’t a carpenter or a smith and had no idea how to make one capable of working on a ship, but he was sure that a way would exist. After-all, Alex couldn’t be the first smith to go on a pirating journey.

Ahead of them, Amos spotted land. He wasn’t sure if the others were awake or not as he couldn’t see them, so he didn’t bother shouting about running into land. That was too stereotypical, anyway. Instead, he simply began to sail that way. As they got closer, Amos saw that the island was a strange one. It was completely devoid of color. Everything on the building, including the dock, seemed to be completely white. Amos wasn’t sure what to make of the island. He had heard that the Grand Line was strange, but this was beyond his expectations by far.

Amos wasn’t very secretive about wanting to find two different people to join their division. The first thing they needed was a navigator. Amos had trouble getting here with the waves and storms that they ran into. Follow the red point seemed simple enough but, in reality, it was difficult when the boat almost capsizes from the size of the waves that they are running into. They definitely needed someone with a bit more experience to take the helm. The other position they needed was a chef. Amos was getting extremely tired of eating the cooking that the three of them could pull together. Amos hadn’t told Don this, but he felt that the Fishman always overcooked his food. It was edible, but not the best.

Sensing that they were near enough to the island that it didn’t matter if he woke the others up (or disturbed whatever they were doing. He wasn’t sure as he kept his eyes forward for the most part), Amos yelled out, “Hey, does anyone know anything about an all-white island. Even the plants are white here. It’s really weird. I’m uh…not sure we would want to buy a new boat on this island, to be honest. “

As Amos talked about buying a new boat, he imagined what kind of wood they would have on the island for Alex to make his bow with. Did he want an all-white bow? It seemed as if it wouldn’t exactly be the best for stealth purposes. Amos was a hunter, after-all. Stealth was part of what he did. Maybe he should wait before looking at woods for Alex to use to make him a new bow.
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Beaten with water, the vibrantly colored fishmen began to notice that he soon had become the focal point. Much of the 'men' that had traveled with him were beaten and pale, their bodies unable to handle the barrage. Their beaten sore flesh, saddened by the assault. Sulking upon the ground, one by one, the men were gathered, and whitened! Across the room, amidst the watery mist and shouts, Gran could see masses of men in white, scrubbing, painting drying, getting each and every slave to be as pristine and white as possible, in some cases the poor bastard were scrubbed damn near to the bone. Gran was somewhat turned off by the experience. But he had no attachment to his fellow slaves, bondage w asnt enough for the boy. Gran rapidly grew and was different from the average man. Not only was he a child, and one of red pigment, and muscle mass. But he was considered sub-human. Something that the blond child was very quick to notice in the world. Even as a slave, a category of sub-human ilk, Gran was still well below that bar.

Grunting as he saw men plead and cry, Gran simply took the bombardment and looked at his handlers. With his body restrained to the ground, he couldn't do much. Even with his sought after strength, the boy was still just a boy. It wasn't long before Gran realized that he was also subject to a similar treatment. It felt like the hoses were meant to blast the red right off him. The pressure of each hose increased until even he was discomforted by the stinging of jevelins in his flesh.

Stop!
Gran heard a voice ring out causing the men to cease.

Leave him as he may, he is the centerpiece, leave him be!

Pivoting his head towards the voice, Gran peered past his drenched golden locks, and he saw a tall slenter man. White from head to toe. Tongue, pupil, hair, everything! Gran was a bit perplexed by the appearancde of the man, but he quickly could see that he had become the eye sore in the room. As usual. Sighing the boy let them do as they would to his frame.
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Beast Blood Pirates Bounty: 390,000,000 • SD Earned: 1032 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
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Bounty: 40,000,000• SD Earned: 210 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
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"Mmmm..?"

Don's eyes fluttered open and he laid there for a few seconds, eyes staring at the ceiling above. Waking up in the ship wasn't something he'd gotten used to yet, and every time he did, it felt odd.

With a groan, Don pushed himself up and staggered off his bed. The griffin made a quiet noise and shuffled a little before falling back to sleep. What's Amos hollering about? Don was still in a state between sleeping and being awake, so he couldn't quite make out what the archer was yelling from aboveboard.

With a thud, Don shoved open the door. Upon walking out onto the deck, he instantly caught sight of the completely white island they were approaching. What..? Don rubbed his eyes a few more times and then looked around confusedly. The ship was still normal, and so was the blue sky above their heads. He knew the grand line was special but what was up with this island.

The archer's voice once again registered in his head and Don looked up behind him. Looks like Amos is seeing what I'm seeing too. Don shrugged his shoulders and stretched his arms. If Amos wasn't too bothered then Don didn't see any reason to worry.

Don yawned and walked up the stairs which lead to the poop deck, calling over to Amos. "You got any idea what this island's called?" he asked, leaning on a rail and glancing at the approaching island. Now that they were getting quite close, Don could clearly see that the island had many features akin to any other island. There were trees, plants, grass, he even though he saw a bird.

"I'll go lower the anchor, we should pull the ship up over here." Don said, pointing over to a clearing on the shore. A large splash shot up as the anchor hit the water, sinking down below. Don waited a little before turning the crank a little to remove pointless slack.

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Amos heard Don coming up to him but he was lost in thought about the new bow he would end up with. He would prefer a natural wood that was darker but he could always paint the wood if need be. He had some experience. At that thought, Amos looked over at his few arrows he had remaining. They were all marked with a painted ghost on the arrowhead. It was his way of knowing what game he had killed and what was his mother’s when she was teaching him how to shoot it. The practice had carried over. It was more of a sentimental thing now than a practical one. Either way, he enjoyed having the mark. It allowed him to know what was his. Of course, Amos hadn’t ran into any other archers since he started this pirating journey. He was starting to get rather sad about that. Everyone wanted to use guns these days and they all neglected the usage of bows. Why couldn’t they see the superior skill required to use a bow?

Amos was dragged out of his thoughts when Don asked about the island name. “Hmm? No, I don’t know too much about the Grand Line. We should have asked the old man at the light house about the island we would be headed to. Hmm, we need supplies and Alex wanted a bigger boat. Just make this a nice peaceful shopping trip?”

Amos asked as he nodded towards Don in affirmation. Don had just let him know he saw a good place to dock the ship. Amos complied, pulling up to a clear spot while Don dropped the anchor. Amos looked around. Where was Alex? Was he still sleeping?

“Hey, I’m gonna leave a note for Alex. If he is still sleeping then I wouldn’t want to wake him. He may be hard at work on the sketch of the bow he is going to make for me. If so, he might not want to be disturbed.” Amos said as he scrounged around on the deck for a piece of paper. It wasn’t a large piece, but he eventually found one. Amos quickly began to scribble a note for Alex. It read as follows

Dear Alex, we landed on a strange island where everything is white. Don and I are going to go look for some supplies. I don’t know if we have enough money for a new boat but we will look at those, as well. Feel free to come find us or enjoy our time on the island. I have no idea how long we will be here, because I don’t know how long the Log Pose will take to adjust to the next island.

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When he was done writing the letter, Amos sighed and looked at the all-white island. “Ready to go?”
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After a full body wash, there were more improvements to be made. Gran still fastened to the ground was in earshot of all the conversations. He would occasional glance in the directions of those who spoke of him. He took note of how he was referred to. No names were asked, nothing, at least his initial captors cared to assign him an identity, if he hadn't already had one. No, identity was necessary, Gran was just "It" or "That". Despite his acclimation to the bloody social climate, and his acceptance of his current position there, he couldn't completely come to terms with the identities thrust upon him. After while it became clear to the boy that he'd be subject to a series of "high-whiting" processes. He'd also hear that their time on stage was delayed due to "unforeseen" circumstances. Something to do with more potential sellers and more "stock". In the meantime Gran would be made as primp and pretty as he possible could.

Further restrained, handlers appeared with poles attached with sharp jagged mouths. Several were placed around the boy. each limb, and his neck were centimeters from being pierced by cold white steel.

Don't think of moving...a single movement and....ssssstnap. Your red head will pop right off trout! does it even understand....no matter, trousers and hair...

Not moving a muscle as instructed, the boy did his best to remain still. Every so often human...fishman error came into play and he either breathed too deeply or swayed just enough to come into contact wit serrated steel. The jagged barbed claws that enveloped his frame felt like needles, although they were much too thick to be called anything remotely similar. A few minor drips of blood would form. Gran remained as stable as he could however, the process would become rather clumsy. He would be dressed in white overall shorts, something difficult to put on while restrained. Then his hair would be blown out and styled into curls rather than his naturally messy and spiked hair.

The whole experience was odd,all the boy was able to comprehend was that he needed to be made a presentable as a fish could be in overalls. before long he'd be dressed with white shoes and socks as well, nothing good looking, nothing comfortable. Just dry, uncomfortable, careless, whiteness.
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Beast Blood Pirates Bounty: 390,000,000 • SD Earned: 1032 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
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Bounty: 40,000,000• SD Earned: 210 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
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Don nodded, walking up to the bow. There was no point to shake Alex awake and drag him off. The kid had only been out at sea for so long anyways. The smell of the sea was now mixed in with the island's, and Don enjoyed the change after being out at sea for so long.

"Yup," The fishman said in response to Amos' voice. Don headed over to the starboard side and climbed down the ladder. The dirt and gravel under his feet crunched as the large fishman hit the ground. "What a weird place.."

The fact that this entire island was white brought up questions as well as worries. What could possibly cause this? Even if the majority of things on the island just happened to be white, it couldn't possibly all be this white. Don found it even more bizarre upon noticing some movement on the ground some distance away.

"We should be careful and check on ourselves every now and then. Something's oughta be turning this island white and we could get caught up in it." Don glanced back at Amos and then began walking into the island. "Unless you wanna turn white, that's your prerogative," Don added, laughing to himself.

He was serious about being careful though. Don was already a light enough color, having a bluish-gray skin tone. The last thing he needed was to become pure white.

Don came to notice that they were walking on a path. It led into a wooded area and became more apparent the more they walked. That clearing back at the ship was seeming more and more man-made to him. After a few minutes, Don was shocked to run into a child. The boy was pure white just like the rest of the island, carrying a basket of something. What the basket held was hard to tell due to everything being white though. Before Don could even get out a word though, the kid sped away in fear.

"Did you see that? We could really turn white.." Don glanced back at Amos and shuddered at the idea.
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Amos followed Don down the ladder and off the island. The dirt and gravel beneath his feet was white as well. Amos bent down and slid some between his fingers. It seemed like perfectly normal dirt and rock other than the fact that it was white. When Amos dumped the dirt and rock from his hands, he checked his hands over. There were no unusual white spots. Whatever caused this to the island it didn’t seem to be spreading from object to object.

Amos looked up as Don began to walk further in the island. He smiled at his friend’s joke and then glanced at himself. He was a Caucasian man, not pure white like the island, but still pretty light. Lighter than his blue-grey friend walking in front of him, at least. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m already pretty white.” Amos said as he stood up and followed his friend.

The path led through all-white woods. As he walked, Amos couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to hunt in these woods. It would be difficult if the animals were the same white color as everything else. It would be like everything had perfect natural camouflage. At the same time, it was probably easy to get pure white clothing on this island. That kind of clothing would give him the kind of camouflage he could only dream about in most woods. Most of the time the woods had multiple different shades of green and brown throughout and making sure you were hidden was quite difficult. Eventually, Amos saw the same all white child walk by that Don did. The child was oddly colored, and Amos couldn’t help but be interested. Was it a disease of some kind that turned everything white? The child didn’t appear to be sickly.

“Hey, so what do we want to look at first?” Amos asked as the town came into sight. It was also completely white. The buildings, the roads, everything. He couldn’t help but think it would be very difficult to find his way around in this town. “I know that I’d like to get a cheap bow just to get by until Alex can make me a better one. It doesn’t need to be anything fancy. We probably need some food, so we don’t have to rely on your fishing skills, great as they may be. Hmm, anything else that is important? I know Alex would love it if we looked at a boat before we head back to the ship. I don’t think I particularly want to sail around in a boat that is entirely white but…maybe we can learn how much they cost?”

Amos continued walking until he entered the town. It was strange but seemed like a nice town overall. It didn’t strike him as the type of place they would find a treasure map, though. On the seas, they had talked about possibly looking for some treasure on the next island they landed on.
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Before long Gran would be removed from this washing and dressing area, and lined up with his fellow slaves. In this lineup he appeared like an especially sore thumb. In a group of about thirty, with a dozen on either side of him, Gran was the only one with skin that wast painted. Against a white wall as a backdrop, Gran actually appeared similar to a bright bloody splotch against the wall, seeing as everyone else was not white from head to toe. There was a co sister feeling of misery draping over the lineup. Which made sense in all honesty. The small bit of open air and time between the presumed auction was dreaded. Who were these buyers, and what were their intentions. That was a question most men asked openly. Older slaves that have been passed over or though this system for awhile knew to keep those concerns internalized. Slaves older then that knew to simply not care, whoever purchased them hardly mattered. It was a live of hard labor, abuse, and death, not necessarily in that order. Gran simply awaited, not caring for who or what was before him. He hadn't yet developed to foresight or self awareness to even really think about it. These events sort of just happened, and anything else socially affecting him was pretty much embedded jn him from birth.

The men beside Gran looked at the muscular lad, Gran would glance about every so often trying to intimidate those who stared too much. It worked seeing as the more emaciated men were as cowardly as they were malnourished. Chained with two balls and chains now, one on arm, the other on leg, the boy watched as an additional group of slaves were paraded pat them. For a moment Gran caught sight with another fishmen, this one older, more haggard in appearance. The two locked eyes as thoug there was some conversation being had through the air waves through den den. Their locked gaze lasted what felt like a century although it was barely a minute.

"Good luck little one," is the phrase that popped into Grand mind as he saw the older fishmen dragged off to the whitening room. Neither were a similar kind, or even remotely similar age or color, they had no connection aside from their home land, the sea, and yet, in that moment, in that shared glance, Gran managed to develop a strong connection with the only fish person he'd ever seen since being captured. The sea is often said to be dangerous, but from the boys perspective, it was those who saiked the seas and occupied the land that were the real dangers.
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"I'll try and see if they sell clothes around here. My pants are pretty worn down... and maybe wearing a shirt would be good for once." Don glanced down at his body as he walked along. He typically went shirtless, but if felt more and more like he stuck out as he grew older. He wasn't exactly one to not stick out given his race and size, but it definitely didn't help when the way he dressed was so out of the ordinary.

Don was taken aback once they entered the city. A multitude of people could be seen walking around, all completely white in colour. Much like the entire island thus far, the buildings were white. Almost everyone that could see Don and Amos had dropped whatever they were doing to to glance at them. A dozen gazes rested on Don, the fishman putting up a mental guard. If there was anything Don was at the moment, it was cautious.

Don glanced to his side, giving Amos a curious look. "I don't like the looks we're getting. This place's shady." Don turned back and gave everyone who was looking at him a mean glare. His tail flicked out from behind him and slapped the ground as he walked forwards confidently. Most of the people looked away, save a few curious children and the scant few people hiding in buildings.

"Hey Amos, that place over there looks like it sells some garments and clothing. I'ma check it out, wanna come?" In all honesty, Don wanted to stick together since so many people were giving them weird looks, but he didn't want to force Amos. Finding a bow was realistically more important than going shopping for some clothes. But Don had already wanted something to stick out less, and now that they'd stuck out even more in this town, that urge to get some white clothing was even stronger.
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Amos glanced down at his own clothes. They were in tatters. It wasn’t exactly everything he wanted to be wearing. It turned out that explosions, fire, and not changing for days on end because he didn’t bring any extra sets of clothes could do wonders to ruin what one was wearing. Yet, he needed a bow more than anything else. Amos glanced around. People were giving them strange, almost lustful looks. Did they think that they would be easy targets for robbing? It was obvious they were outsiders, so Amos wouldn’t put it past them to think that.

Amos needed to be able to protect himself. He couldn’t put the job of protecting them entirely on Don if things went south. That wasn’t fair. Besides, he didn’t exactly feel right without a bow on hand. Thus, Amos looked at his friend and shook his head gently from side to side.

“No, I think I need to get a bow first. I don’t like the looks of the people around here. I’ll meet you in the clothes shop after I buy the bow, though. If you see anything I might like, I wear a medium.” Amos said as he began to walk down the street alone. He passed the clothes shop that Don saw and continued walking, getting stares all the while. It didn’t take long before he saw a shop with a sign overhead that simply had three items on it. A sword, a shield, and a bow. Amos shrugged. If that wasn’t a weapon shop then Amos didn’t know what would be.

As he entered the building, Amos quickly realized that not everything on the island was completely white. Now, most of the weapons that filled the shop were; however, there were some that had some more natural tones to them. The walls were lined with weapons. Amos’ eyes skimmed over the swords, spears, and a small selection of guns and kept looking. In the far-right corner there was a selection of bows hanging on the wall. Most of the bows were white but there were a few that weren’t. Amos made his way over to the wall to look at the weapons.

Amos picked up one of the bows made out of white wood. It was light, and supple. However, there was nothing unique about it other than its color. It felt like a bow made out of plain wood that one could find anywhere.

“Ah. You have a fine eye.” A voice said as a man dressed entirely in white walked over. “That bow was crafted from the finest Oak tree. It was made on this island with wood from it as well, as you can see.”

“I’m not really looking for an oak bow.” Amos said with a sigh. Oak bows simply couldn’t shoot with enough force to make it worthwhile for him. His eyes lit upon another bow in the corner. It was a light brown color. He picked it up and gently plucked at the string. The wood was strong and supple. Amos seriously doubted if he could pull hard enough to crack the wood on this bow. In fact, it may better than the bow he had owned before.

“Oh? That bow. That one is made of Adam Wood. Very high quality and very rare. It can only be found in one place on the planet and having a bow made out of it is quite astonishing.” The man said as he slapped his belly. He wore a white tunic and was slightly overweight.

“How much for it?” Amos asked, interested. He had asked Alex to make him a bow. That much was true, but he could always use this bow until Alex was done. Alex could make him a bow that was superior to this one. Amos had faith in him.

“Oh, two tubes of paint should do it.” The man said with a smile. Amos’ eyes narrowed at the comment. Tubes of paint? What about Beli? He felt in his pocket. He had some money, but he didn’t have any tubes of paint. Was this guy messing with him?

“Tubes of…paint?” Amos said while raising his right eyebrow in a quizzical look.

“Why, yes. Tubes of paint, sir. It is the currency on Gesso island. If you don’t have any, then I am afraid I will have to ask you to leave.” The man said, though it wasn’t impolite.

“Hmm.” Amos muttered as he dug in his pockets. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was digging in his pockets as he knew without a doubt that he didn’t have any tubes of paint. However, Amos did pull a wad of red wool out of his pocket.

“O-ooh. What is that?” The man asked, suddenly interested in what Amos had pulled out of his pocket. Amos gave him another quizzical look. Was he really interested in this wad of wool? Amos wasn’t even sure where it had come from.

“Just some red wool.” Amos said, though he made sure to keep his posture open. “Perhaps we could do a trade?”

“A trade? The wool for the Adam Wood bow? Hmm…” The man said as he furrowed his brow. Amos got the distinct impression that he wasn’t actually thinking hard about the offer. He had already decided. He was just trying to make Amos think he was getting the better end of the deal. Of course, Amos was pretty sure that he was getting the better end of this deal.

“Okay, okay.” The man said, throwing his hands in the air. “The wool for the bow.”

The shopkeep snatched the wool out of Amos’ hands and promptly walked away. It was as if he wanted to get away before Amos could say that he changed his mind. Amos slid his new bow over his back and stood still for a moment. He didn’t need to move. He just wanted to see how it felt. It was slightly heavier than his old bow, but not by much. The bow just felt…good. Amos wasn’t sure how else to explain the feeling as it rested on his back.

As Amos began to walk forward, the shopkeep yelled from over the counter. “Grab some arrows, too! I’m feeling nice!”

Amos stopped walking and glanced around. Nearby there was a small barrel of arrows. Amos quickly began to fill his quiver with the new arrows. His supply had been running dangerously low.
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