Post by Finn Whelan on Mar 3, 2020 0:13:17 GMT
There was no anger at her question, it wasn't unreasonable to wonder, after all and similar queries had been put to him before. He wasn't like most Pirates, he heard that often and it was rather true. He loathed the general image of the life that an outsider saw when hearing the word, as if it was something dirty. Not the person who thought it, mind you, he understood why. Pirates didn't exactly do much, in general to un-sully their name, but it was a stereotype that had been formed that simply didn't fit the man sitting before the elemental witch.
When he called himself a Pirate, he wasn't calling himself a murderer and a brute. A thief? Yes, he was that. A liar? Sometimes.
But what he truly felt the term meant, for him anyways, was free.
He waved away Karina's apology, indicating it was not necessary because he was not, in the least bit, offended. He simply smiled in response.
"Now that is a story," and not one he would delve into all the more gritty details of, but glossing over those seemed safe enough to give her the general gist of it.
"I was born in Ziorang, so you could say the 'career choice' might've been a tad inevitable," looking into the distance as he recalled the less dark pieces of his past, "But I had to leave there."
She need not know the reason being he'd been unaware of a wolf living inside him fit for the slaughter.
"I took refuge on the first ship out, a Pirate's vessel. The Captain- took me under his wing," thumb might be more accurate. He was a vicious man.
"Strict, cold, but he taught me everything I know about seafaring. It was only after he went down with his ship that I decided to take up the life for myself. Not because I enjoy any of the murder and mayhem generally associated with 'my kind's' image, mind you. I'm not about all that. What I saw while being a Pirate was something else entirely, a freedom you'd not find anywhere else. The ability to do what you want when you want and take off wherever you want at the whim of the wind."
He seemed happy speaking about the life in that manner. His expression at ease and calm.
"I'm not much one for captivity. Even the captivity of rules. Even invisible shackles of any kind just don't do my pretty face justice," chuckling at the thought.
When he called himself a Pirate, he wasn't calling himself a murderer and a brute. A thief? Yes, he was that. A liar? Sometimes.
But what he truly felt the term meant, for him anyways, was free.
He waved away Karina's apology, indicating it was not necessary because he was not, in the least bit, offended. He simply smiled in response.
"Now that is a story," and not one he would delve into all the more gritty details of, but glossing over those seemed safe enough to give her the general gist of it.
"I was born in Ziorang, so you could say the 'career choice' might've been a tad inevitable," looking into the distance as he recalled the less dark pieces of his past, "But I had to leave there."
She need not know the reason being he'd been unaware of a wolf living inside him fit for the slaughter.
"I took refuge on the first ship out, a Pirate's vessel. The Captain- took me under his wing," thumb might be more accurate. He was a vicious man.
"Strict, cold, but he taught me everything I know about seafaring. It was only after he went down with his ship that I decided to take up the life for myself. Not because I enjoy any of the murder and mayhem generally associated with 'my kind's' image, mind you. I'm not about all that. What I saw while being a Pirate was something else entirely, a freedom you'd not find anywhere else. The ability to do what you want when you want and take off wherever you want at the whim of the wind."
He seemed happy speaking about the life in that manner. His expression at ease and calm.
"I'm not much one for captivity. Even the captivity of rules. Even invisible shackles of any kind just don't do my pretty face justice," chuckling at the thought.