It's a late night in the city's bazaar, the chilled salty air blowing the lights hanging up above. Sitting in the middle of the bazaar's foot traffic is a taller gentleman, his hair a mix of braids and frizzy curls, as if the salty air has overtaken the man's natural waves.
He sits on the edge of a small, stoned area, where a tree grows in the middle. Many of the hung lights seeming to start from the tree's branches, making this the perfect spot for couples to relax at night...
The older-looking man lets out a dragged-out sigh, looking at a small bag of gold in his hand. and in the other, the map he spent almost all his pocket change trying to find. The man stows both things away in his large coat's inner pocket, before standing and making his way to the nearby docks, where his ship would just be getting its repairs finished... Where they would be leaving by dawn.
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A pirate's siren song
Short StoryThis is a short writing exercise using my two OC's Isaac Fisher, & Atlas Valerie. I'll be writing the start to their story and how they first meet. If I enjoy it enough, I may continue past that.
