Post by poru on May 14, 2012 15:46:52 GMT -5
What was in reality only a few years - give or take - spent away from Atheros felt very much like a lifetime to João. Typical, probably, of him, and his tendency to always feel a longing; a strange sort of homesickness, no matter where he was, what he did, or whom he was with. No exceptions.
Though perhaps it simply felt worse this time, because he’d actually been left alone. The crew he’d pieced together from across the world had deserted him, one after another, each member most likely heading back to their former lives – though he didn’t ask them. He’d been a benevolent captain, and perhaps that had been his demise. He’d incited no fear in his crew, nothing to force them to stay - apart from the notion of the legendary treasure, which in the end, they had all found futile. He just wasn’t the type to blackmail them into staying, which was very un-pirate like, he supposed. Not that it mattered, particularly. He hadn’t considered himself a pirate since he’d left the Albion.
The very ship that stood in front of him on the docks that evening.
It hadn’t been there early that morning, when he’d sailed into Atheros aboard his own vessel, the Sacramento. No, he’d definitely have noticed if it had been, despite the mentality he’d been in earlier that day. All he’d had on his mind since the sun had risen was the treasure; any information he could possibly find about it. But so far, he’d found nothing, though he’d only searched archives in one library. There were still several other places he could search, and surely, plenty of people he could talk to. Hopefully the city was truly as unchanged from his departure as it seemed to be. He made a mental note in his mind to also visit his mother’s grave, the following day. He couldn’t find the heart to put his mission before that any longer.
The Albion, much like Atheros, was practically as he remembered it. He’d heard the ship being talked about a few times on his travels, mostly not in positive light. Of course it wouldn’t have been – it was a pirate ship, after all. Therefore, he was slightly more weary of approaching it than a man returning to his old home usually would have been. He wondered if the crew was the same… He wondered if any of them would recognise him… He wondered if the Captain was still present… He wondered If the Captain remembered João’s disappearing act all those years ago…
Mulling these points over, he then wondered, perhaps, if he really should have been standing on the Albion’s empty deck at all.
Though perhaps it simply felt worse this time, because he’d actually been left alone. The crew he’d pieced together from across the world had deserted him, one after another, each member most likely heading back to their former lives – though he didn’t ask them. He’d been a benevolent captain, and perhaps that had been his demise. He’d incited no fear in his crew, nothing to force them to stay - apart from the notion of the legendary treasure, which in the end, they had all found futile. He just wasn’t the type to blackmail them into staying, which was very un-pirate like, he supposed. Not that it mattered, particularly. He hadn’t considered himself a pirate since he’d left the Albion.
The very ship that stood in front of him on the docks that evening.
It hadn’t been there early that morning, when he’d sailed into Atheros aboard his own vessel, the Sacramento. No, he’d definitely have noticed if it had been, despite the mentality he’d been in earlier that day. All he’d had on his mind since the sun had risen was the treasure; any information he could possibly find about it. But so far, he’d found nothing, though he’d only searched archives in one library. There were still several other places he could search, and surely, plenty of people he could talk to. Hopefully the city was truly as unchanged from his departure as it seemed to be. He made a mental note in his mind to also visit his mother’s grave, the following day. He couldn’t find the heart to put his mission before that any longer.
The Albion, much like Atheros, was practically as he remembered it. He’d heard the ship being talked about a few times on his travels, mostly not in positive light. Of course it wouldn’t have been – it was a pirate ship, after all. Therefore, he was slightly more weary of approaching it than a man returning to his old home usually would have been. He wondered if the crew was the same… He wondered if any of them would recognise him… He wondered if the Captain was still present… He wondered If the Captain remembered João’s disappearing act all those years ago…
Mulling these points over, he then wondered, perhaps, if he really should have been standing on the Albion’s empty deck at all.
