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Post by Lucien Lachance on Nov 13, 2009 2:35:08 GMT -5
Jonathan was sitting a little lonely on the end of one of the docks, boots hanging just barely above the water. He sighed leaning over the water some looking at his reflection, smirked lightly then leaned back his hands supporting him. Why was he here alone? He didn’t like this city….smelled bad, but he’d have to stay a little longer, least till they realized he was here, he got spit up from his ship during a small plunder and battle he was shoved overboard, only it was by one of his fellow, this worried him about the safety the others had. He sighed….washed up here only a few days ago, he was fine now, however worried how long the guards would leave him be…… he pushed unhappy thoughts aside and begin to hum quietly to himself.
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