Raider of the Lost... Shipyard?

[Kerrain]

"YA-HAR!!!"
"Silence. This place brings bad tidings"
"Awww, Cap'n! What abou' dey plunda!?"
"You don't need any treasure. We have a cargo hold full of it."
"An' so? Weh can fit mur of it!"
"No, because then the Grenavive would sink."
"An' so? Leest weh be rich!"

The sillouhette of a young man came into view through the mists of the Shipyard, a group of scruffy looking mongrels gathered around him as he steered them through the dead ships and broken schooners. The Grenavive's hull groaned as it slithered through the dark water, the slimy sounds of fish and squid sliding alongside the red wood.

The young man slammed the wheel to the left and narrowly avoided a crash site between two ships, a brigadier-sized and pontoon-sized boat.

"Throw down the anchor, Donivan."
"Yessah!"

A large and iron anchor plummeted from the side of the ship and crashed into the water, hitting the sea bed far farther down than Kerrain had once expected.

"Prepare for landing. Throw down the gangplank. I sense something is near, keep your weapons ready." The boy stated, his eyes closed as he felt the salty air rush past his nostrils. Kerrain turned from the wheel and crossed from starboard to the poopdeck, and proceeding down the gangplank. His crew of eight rapscallions waited in hiding along the sides of the ship, crossbows prepared to fire if the signal was given. A pull of Kerrain's silver earring.

The young corsair stepped onto the rotted deck and looked back at the Grenavive, the grand ship standing like a behemoth among all the broken, defeated ships. Kerrain pushed his foot lightly upon the snail-infested and barnacle-ridden dock, the wood almost collapsing. He had to tread lightly.

There it is again. Life. I can feel it, almost as if I could reach out and crush it. Something is here, or someone. Ever since gaining this little trinket, strange new experiences have befallen me.

He reached down to his belt and clasped the golden hilt of Degel deSaga.

"Show yourself." He stated openly in the air.

The slight stretching of a crossbow wire could be heard from the deck of the ship, followed by a couple of whispers and mumbles. The crew was looking for the person their captain had apparently 'sensed'. The Grenavive towered over Kerrain, and driffted slowly into the rotten dock, crushing the wood ever-so-slightly. They'd have to shove off soon, else the poor dock would be completely destroyed.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The mist shrouded a figure who indeed stood there on the ship, effortlessly silent despite the armor that covered his form. "And what, pray tell do you intend to do if I choose otherwise?" he asked, his voice powerful and deadly like the growl of some demon from hell, yet it was civilized and gentlemanly. This wasn't some dumb being fumbling from place to place, it was a thing with purpose.

The creature's eyes looked from person to person, his vision peircing the fog that had engulfed the ship and his lips curled into a smile as he picked up details from the clothes and appearances of those about the ship with deadly accuracy. If someone were to approach through the mist that had drifted about the entire area they would see him, a being wearing what appeared to be a blue mask of sorts as well as a blue cloak, not a dark or deep royal blue, it was a color that would seamlessly blend with the skies seen at the eye of a great hurricane, it was a peaceful, serene azure. His eyes though, oh this creature's menacing eyes. They were peircing and deadly, like dripping acrid acid in thier yellow depths, orange tinting the coast of his slitted black pupils giving them a feline feel about them and the slightest pink edged into the white of his eyes, like some kind of drunken sunset captured into this man's eyes and swirled into a knife's reflection. An exchange of life could be made out in his eyes, it seemed like aeons were contained there, lengths of time that could render one dizzy with thier extent and power dwelling in thier pools.

[Kerrain]

Kerrain's eyes looked back as the voice penetrated the dull, lifeless air. Rotted wood groaned under the pressure the boy put on the dock as he bent his knees and released, the corsair flying into the air into a monumentous backflip, and landing right behind the invading persona. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and gazed at the back of the queer figure, looking past the body, and into the intentions of said mystery stranger.

"And I would, pray tell, debate on whether I should raid the building over across this festering pool of slime and gar."

Kerrain's eyes flashed over to the academy not far off, then back to the intruder.

"Ajon, Donivan, Tet, Lyre. You four go below deck and load up the cannons. Grape-shot, not single balls. We might want to do some major damage. Load the second cannon with chain-shot. Await my orders."

"Yessah!"
"Yesh, Cap'n."
"YA-HAR!"

The corsair looked over at the intruder and commited a smug smile upon his face.

"Your voice gave away your position. But, we can avoid casualties and royalty damage. I have one simple question. What is this place?"

Kerrain crossed his arms on his chest and tilted his head, his eyes closed. They were virtually useless in this thick mist anyway, so what was the point of using them to move around? His Captain Grenhaw had taught him well int he ways of battle, but not in the mystery of what was called 'magic'. He still questioned the power surging through his body, blocked off by the earring he wore. He sensed more of the same feeling, this 'magic' from the building he had threatened to raid. However, the stranger before him... he sensed a great amount. As if a stack of cannonballs were placed on Kerrain's shoulders, weighing him down. What was this power?

[Señor Sunday Friday]

There was a smirk on the stranger's face, "So, even you can sense it, can't you?" there was a slight bit of mocking laughter in the voice that reached out to touch Kerrain's mind with the words and it was needless to say that telepathy was a wonderful way to confuse most people, but this person clad in blue knew well enough that if this fellow had any sense than he wouldn't be taken aback like common people might.

The odd man turned around to face Kerrain, his movement still hailed by not a single sound and his cloak that draped on his shoulders moved stiffly, it must not have been very comfortable in the least sense, the leathery blue material was odd, though... not like anything most people had ever seen. He tilted his head to the side slightly as if in a questioning gesture, "And I don't believe you'll really be attacking the school... even you're probably able to tell that you'll be getting into some deep shit if you try anything irrational." the man grinned, his smile revealing perhaps two rows of sharp teeth which gave him a menacing appearance without any effort.

[Kerrain]

The boy was not phased by the words in his head. He had enough thoughts running through his mind that he barely even noticed the telepathy. However, he wasn't ignorant to the fact the stranger had done such a thing.

"Oh, I'd still attack. I'm a corsair, usually that's what we do. And a school, you say?"

Kerrain thought back to the 'school' he had been through. The school that had given him his scars, along with the 'school' that led to the demise of his Captain Grenhaw. Though, this intrigued the boy's fancy. A real school? He'd enjoy seeing such a thing. There were enough rations in the cargo hold to last his crew a year or so on sea, and since they would be landed, the wildlife would add to the stockpile. So far, he had seen no disadvantage to surveying this said 'school'.

"Well, since children are learning there, I suppose a couple untimely deaths might weigh on my conscience."

The corsair smiled back at the stranger, the teeth of the intruder not quite as menacing as they might have intended to be. In fact, Kerrain had seen no use of that form of dental structure. He pictured himself biting his gums every-time he grinded his jaw.

"And please, don't try anything you may regret. Arrogance is the downfall of many. You might think again on your hinted threat." The corsair warned, his eyes on the harpoon gun he had put in the crow's nest. It was pointing straight down on the stranger, its silver tip giving off a star-like appearance.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"If I have hinted a threat it was completely unintentional. Threatening people when you first meet them is a good way to may an excess of enemies." the stranger ceased his smile and he nonchalantly looked towards the harpoon gun and noted the silver tip almost boredly. "And I have no doubt that you have many things aboard your ship that I would not want to waste my time with." there was a courteous bow though there was a tad of mockery in it- not rude mockery... just the kind that showed someone wasn't looking for an opportunity to kill you or anything.

As the ship continued in it's movement the fog peeled away from the air, revealing more and more of the stranger. His face was not hidden behind a mask, his face was in fact genuinely the same hue of blue as the cloak he wore, his hair a silvery white though he looked as if he couldn't have been older than his mid twenties perhaps. His skin was slightly reptillian and his eyes looked over the ship as if he was analyzing it's make and build in order to sum up a thing or two about the people who lived here.

The stranger was notably draconic in his features, a pair of horns protruding from his skull, though they weren't too dramatic or in-the-way so he wouldn't be hitting them on doorways or anything. His cloak even wasn't in all actuality a cloak but he wrapped his wings over to the front of himself and hiding whatever he might have concealed about his person, whether they be nothing or perhaps various weapons. "My name is Tamir." he said, his voice conversational and slightly bored.

[Kerrain]

"And I am Captain Guil'tee, of the Grenavive galleon you stand upon now." Kerrain replied, ignoring the mocking tone and action the man had done earlier. The boy had learned that some people were simply arrogant in their nature, as well as an accompanying superiority complex. From living with pirates all these years, he had apprehended the lesson to deal with such attitudes. Ignore them.

Kerrain strolled casually over to the anchor chain as he grabbed it and gave it a yank, bubbles registering on top of the water, as the great iron behemoth shot into the air form the depths and landed inside its storage chamber. The young corsair took the chain in his hand and swirled it, circling the links together as he made a stack, and put it as well into the storage chamber.

"Viktor, let the sails down."
"Yessah."

The galleons great sails flowed down from the eaves as the emblem was revealed, a large bone dragon of black flying beautifully in the gales of wind. Kerrain went to the latticed cage on the poopdeck's floor and looked at Donivan, who acknowledged his captain back.

"Yes, Cap'n?"
"Donivan, come up and plot the course for the building over there. North by northwest."
"Yessah, roight oway Cap'n."

Almost instantly, the grizzled figure of Donivan was up on the deck and onto starboard, taking the wheel as he spun it in the direction of the school. They would be there in a matter of minutes. Kerrain turned back over to Tamir and nodded to the dragon-man.

"We will be at your school in a couple minutes. In the mean time, tell me about the establishment."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Students are gathered from various realms and times to this school, only the most talented and skilled of people attend- tuition is free for anyone who happens to be invited or taken in by the school." Tamir nodded, completely at ease here and he half wondered why Kerrain would bother sailing to the school since it was unlikely that plundering was exactly on the mind of the captain, and Tamir was well aware to fly to TMA if he must.

The real question though, was why Tamir was on Kerrain's ship. That was what was to be wondered.

[Kerrain]

"And I guess that I've been accepted, or taken in? Otherwise, you wouldn't have showed up as you did."

Kerrain was sitting on a wodden chair in the middle of the poopdeck, his finger rifling through a small brochure titled "TMA - Where Dreams Collide". The young corsair had actually planned on coming here all along, and had prior sent in a form. Though, honestly, he could most likely pay the tuition. He wasn't on an empty galleon, that was for sure.

He stood up and stashed the brochure into his belt, right under the sword hilt.

"Am I correct? If not, then I'm sure I could find some other way to attend... if necessary."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"You are correct, and so it would be assumed that you wish to come to Twilight Moon Academy?" Tamir looked around at the ship's crew... odd... it was almost as if he knew someone was missing... ... ... wait. Tamir mentally kicked himself- there were two possibilities now... either the old geezer was dead somewhere or hiding, ready to hit any unsuspecting person over the head. Tamir losing track of the oldest human on the grounds of TMA? No! Of course not! Such a thing was unheard of.

((>.> <.< *seriously forgot that Satonaro was supposed to be there*))

[Kerrain]

((XD))

"Weeve 'it lan', Cap'n!"

"Good, Liip. Throw anchor and push the gangplank. We'll be here awhile, so try to move the ship completely on land. I don't want the wood rotting. Build a base to keep the ship up in the air as well. I'll be back in a bit to help with the preparation."

"Ah, sirrah. Yeeve not to 'elp us. It is owur job!"

"I don't like leaving you all out the try while I have fun."

Liip didn't question his captian further as he told the other corsairs what was going on, leading to a rush of footsteps and the smash of the anchor hitting the flotsam of Twilight Moon Academy. Kerrain nodded to each of his pirates as he walked to the gangplank and kicked it down, the way clear. He turned to Tamir and nodded his head in the way of the Academy.

"Shall we go, then? I've yet to see the agriculture." The young corsair stated, stepping off the wooden bridge of the gangplank and onto the soft sand of the wharf. He already liked it here. The salty air being the reason why, actually. Kerrain almost started to go toward the structure until he remembered something, and turned back to look up at Tamir, who was still on the ship.

"Wait... I have something left to do, don't I?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Classes, you have to choose them- but of course you've seen this odd little brochure here so I'm sure you already have some in mind. If you have any questions- I'll gladly answer them for you." his gaze looked over towards Twilight Moon Academy and he removed himself from the ship, actually rather glad to be rid of it. He didn't say it though, because that would be rude. His slitted eyes wandering over the architecture of the building, a yawn spreading over his expression and his wings shook slightly, though barely.

A staff came down through the air, a firm smack against the back of Tamir's head, "You shouldn't lose people!" Satonaro said, obviously not too happy at the current moment, "Young people these days... so disrespectful..." he shook his head, displeased with Tamir's remarkable ability to lose track of someone.

[Kerrain]

((Had to make it a bit short. ^^" Sorry.))

A sly grin came upon Kerrain's face, the old man's words reminding him of his dead captain, Grenhaw. He liked the old man already, but the one named Tamir... he was still wary of the man.

"Classes, eh? Well... hmmm... it's not like I'll be going to but two a day. Keeping a galleon up is harder work than one thinks. But, let's see... the first five are stock... the last ones I'll take Music, Flare, Thievery, and Survival." The corsair nodded appreciatively after he named his classes.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Satonaro reached in his sleeve and withdrew a slip of paper that remarkably already had Kerrain's classes written on it, must have been through some strange fold in space/time. Or it could be magic- you never know. Satonaro smiled and nodded, "Now you need some sort of gift before you go off to Twilight Moon... He paused and reached back up his sleeve and withdrew an envelope, "It's just some cash, really... I guess this is good enough." Satonaro handed the envelope to Kerrain.

"Y'know... thanks for the help, Old Man... but you are aware that he's not your student, right?" Tamir said, despite his dialogue and the general hostility or annoyance that would be associated with the words, he didn't sound in the least bit hostile or annoyed. Just stating the facts.

((**Kerrain has recieved 2000 SP**))

[Kerrain]

"Thank you kindly, Satonaro. As well you, old man." Kerrain nodded, turning his attention to the Grenavive.

"READY MEN!?"

"AYE AYE, CAP'N!"

"HOIST AND HOE!"

The large wooden galleon was surrounded by a league of pirates as it was lifted up into the air, moving onto the land with the grunts, moans, and groans of working corsairs. Kerrain started moving closer to the academy, and the Grenavive was sailing on pirate feet not far behind him. It was as if the ship were part of his luggage.

"Only one-thousand more paces to go, crew!"

"YESSAH, CAP'N!"

And with that, the ship engulfed Kerrain's image as they both traveled to the front of the academy.