Another day another wage (Solo)

[Octo Greenseas]

Fall the 15th of 512 AV Morning on bored "The Guppy" There was a brisk coolness in the air, aside from the salty mist it made this morning exceptionally cold. The ship sailed calmly, the morning was very quiet as Octo lays in his bed snoring and dreaming of full bodied and busty women pouring ale down his throat. Another woman brings him a platter of some sort of foul larger than a seal. He sits on his throne with a crown and purple cloth adorns him. As soon as he gets a chance to wrap his lips around a woman or the bird a sudden slam throws him off his bed. "Arghh" He hollers out the dream fades away from him back in to oblivion and he returns back to reality. He slowly drags him self off the ground releasing a few grunts on his way up. He grabs his clothes and covers himself up, he stumbles outside his door the crisp cool air wakes him up. His eyes squint and come too, it was still fairly dark outside the sun just barely making its way past the horizon. Octo Grunts, as he loved the smell of the morning and sea. He looked out and saw that the small squadron of ships all laying anchor. He waved to his pod in the other ships, some wave back others to busy preparing to land on the coast. Octo heads toward the bow of the ship and looks at the coast line. It was exciting to him and his pod they were all on a mission to gather much needed resources. These were tough times for his family and others in the pod were doing worst, he inhaled the air and mumbles out a small prayer, this was the calming times. he could see on the coast there were a few tents and a few ships connected to a crude crumbling dock. Octo sees the others lowering smaller boats down to meet on the coast. He smiles to himself before taking full dash and jumping strait into the water making a loud yell lasting a couple of seconds before the tremendous splash crackles in the air.... He stays under for a few seconds and opens his eyes he swims a bit, he seems to be looking for something. Then out of no where A huge Black and white bullet hurls towards him. Bubbles blow out of Octo's mouth as his Tavan a orca swims under him. Octo knows instinctively to take his top fin as the speed to the coast. The orca lets up so Octo can take a huge gasp of air. The coast becoming larger and larger in his view he pets his tavan lovingly on his back. "Good boy Good Dum Dum." He pats the orca letting him know he can make the rest of the swim on his own. He reaches the coast soaking wet and cold but it was worth it he had been crammed in his ship for two weeks it was good to stretch again. He saw the others in his pod paddling along to the shore they were at least 5 minutes off he decided the soft sand would be nice to take a break and gaze at the calm morning water before his pod made him unload everything. Afternoon "Damnit Octo" a shout pierced his ears "Get back over here and unload these crates, Stop playing with those damn turtles!!" Octo grunts and lets the turtle down and returns to the boats unloading all boxes that contain the necessary things to set up a small bartering exchange with the locals. He did not understand much of how the trades worked but he knew he had to do his part. Hours go but the coast starts flooding in with all kinds of people, His pod exchanging small trinkets they had made for fishing gear and other provisions, Octo stands by a fish stand his parents are running, he points at a couple large fish hung up his mom hands it to him with a smile. "Be sure to share this time, my little minnow." Octo grunts and walks to the shore. Octo lets out a hearty whistle, and a black fin emerges from the water, he walks through the water to meet the orca. anticipating some food the orca opens its mouth, Octo throws a the fish in, as its massive head chomps down on it. Octo smiles, and bites into his own.. he pets the orca and makes his way back to the coast, back to his mother. A strange man was next to Octo's parents his clothes were funny, He had a hat that looked larger than him with feathers and a big red jewel in the middle. "Octo i'd like you to go with this man he says he has some work for you" Octo Grunts but nods his head. The man was puny looking Octo could already tell this was going to be a job that meant moving something. The stranger extends his hand "The Names Trevor ma' son were gonna be doing some hard work now but fair is fair and you'll get your pay when the job is done." Octo grunted he knew when ever someone said that they were gonna do hard work it meant he was going to do hard work. he nodded and began following this stranger Trevor.. The work was simple enough this crate goes there that crate goes there, Trevor watched over him like a hawk and anytime Octo would stumble he would scream out at him "Watch it you lug do you have any idea how expensive that equipment is?" Octo did not really know what he was doing or why but he saw Trevor talking to others and taking their money as they directed where their tents where. it seemed that Trevor was running a small business.... Hire a mover with all the excitement on the coast many people were trying take advantage of the trading going on and Trevor capitalized by having someone move all their crates around for a nominal fee of course. "No You Idiot I told you that goes here, God's don't you sea rats have any common knowledge!!" the insults continued well into the night, Octo would have liked to nothing less than rip the tongue out of his head but his mind stayed on his pod he knew they could use any help they could get from this job... Evening Muscles sore and sweat pouring into his eyes the small torches in the sand the only thing helping him see where hes going. The last crate he lowered down and let out a breath of relief... he staggered over to Trevor who was sitting down in the sand next to a fire cooking some meat over a spit, Octo's mouth begins to water, "How bout sharing of that meat?" Trevor laughs at him, then shrugs his shoulders "Well son i tell ya what ill give ya some but gonna have to take it out yer pay" Octo nodded the grumbling in his stomach thinking for him more than himself. The two men sat and ate both full now, Octo looks at him and holds out his hand and simply says "Payment" Trevor licks the grease of the meat off his fingers before wiping his hands on his shirt. "well ma' boy fair is fair" and throws Octo a small bag of coins. Octo looks through the bag. He did not know much about money he knew it could by things. he just hoped when he brought it back to his mother it would be enough. Trevor went his way and Octo walked back to the temporary camp. The Pod was putting away their wares and singing and dancing around a fire, It was a pleasant sight after a long hard day of labor. A boy picked a fiddle and made beautiful waves of music that lifted Octo's spirt He saw his mother and father dancing together they looked so happy, It made him smile ear to ear. Octo let them finish the dance, before holding out the small sack of money before his mother. She embraced him and her smile was brighter than the fire on the beach. She opened the sack and her face went blank she looked back at Octo. "Minnow, is this all the man gave you?" Octo nodded his head "Dinner cost a lil too." His mother put her hand on her own head for a second in before emptying out the contents of the bag in her hand "This is 17 copper mizas...." octo nodded his head "That's good,?" his mother just shook her head.... Octo Grunts

[Octo Greenseas]

Fall the 16th of 512 AV Early Morning of the coast of The Suvan Sea Laying there a lump of drunken mass covered completely by sand save for his head most likely some mischievous children saw him there over night and decided to cover him up. In the lugs head there were no dreams of Large busty women, there was no feast in this dream and especially no throne. His dream plagued him he saw his pod starving, and he sits there powerless to their fate he can only watch as the slowly die holding each other on their ships, he can not move he can not scream he tries so hard but they just look at him their bodies so thin they reach out to him but he is hopeless. He roars but no sound coming out of his breath. Only the mourns of his people can be heard. Then Silence and light the dream shatters he breaks out of the sand hollering out awakening many of the other campers in the area. He pants and sweats in the cool air. He sees his pod all around him some have woken but go back to sleep some yell at him to pipe down they all return to their bedrolls and to their dreams. Octo was just relieved to see them all alive. Dreams can put a new perspective in a mans head, and he knew what he had to do. He dusts the sand off his clothes and grabs his throbbing head... a flashback of him drinking rum all night alone gazing at the water, being tricked by a puny runt led him to the bottle... He knew it was his lack of understanding that caused this. He briefly thinks about climbing a cliff and jumping off to save himself the embarrassment. No time for feeling sorry for yourself he thinks to himself he walks to his family's small tent. They ware all huddled together still asleep.He opened their chest where he grabbed his backpack and the old family cutlass. A rusty old thing not worth much. Octo knew how to swing it but was hoping it would not come down to that. he sheathed the blade. his mother slowly opens her eyes "Minnow?" He kissed her on the forehead "Sleep" and leaves the tent before she can respond. Best to deal with this on my own i will return with whats due or i wont return at all, he thinks to himself. He walks as the day breaks over the beach. Staggering less every mile while the hangover slowly dissolves, his squinty eyes peer ahead seeing the tent Trevor had him working around last night, as he nears his head fills with rage he was ready to make things right. In front of the tent and reaches the hilt of his cutlass. he inhales deeply and slowly exhales. Simultaneously he pulling the drape back and unsheathing his blade. But to his dismay the tent was empty. not just empty of Trevor empty of everything "Bastard" he must have ran off somewhere there were other tents and people around somebody had to know something. No one was talking no one knew much about Trevor apparently he was new in the area, Octo had seen these people talking to Trevor and dealing with him he knew that somebody had to know something. Then a slender young male starts chuckling as Octo is questioning a lady about Trevor. This gets his attention quickly. "Looks like ol' Trevor caught himself another sucker" he closes in on the man Octo standing a few inches under him looks up to his face "Your gonna tell me where Trevor is right now" The man laughs in his face "You Svefra think everything is free maybe i know where he is maybe i don't" Octo clinches his fist his voice rumbles "I don't have time for this tell me now!!" Octo's voice must have attracted some of the young mans friends as three others started to surround him. "Looks like i lost the bet, i figured it'd be a week before this ape was gonna figure out how much money Trevor paid him, Can you believe this Idiot cant even count Miza?" The man begins laughing and so does his posse. This makes Octo's blood boil "Now you got two choices give us the backpack and go back to your smelly Svefra camp or we take it from you and maybe you don't go back, one less problem for the world." There were 4 all together surrounding him Octo lets out a grunt he wished he could say something clever and witty but such things he can never think of at times like this. one of the men very stealthfully unsheathes Octo's sword from his hip holster "Look at this piece of junk" He throws it in the sand as They all laugh at Octo "Times up" a fist connects with Octo's face knocking him back one of the other men push Octo forward, as another fist connects with his face. Another one sweep kicks his leg bringing Octo down to his knees they begin to punch and kick over his body as the men huddle over him beating him. A crowd has now formed around the fight scared people not wanting to be a part of it but they watch. A kick right across his chin brings him flat on the ground. His face digs into the sand as the men continue pummeling him. Blood begins falling from his face into the sand below while he lay there. A flash in Octo's mind, His dream, the pod starving, they all reach out to him, "AGHHH!!" Octo's fury sparks up pain is of no consequence. He rolls around a bit and grabs a handful of sand throwing it in the air 2 of the men are temporarily blinded while two others continue punching and kicking Octo grabs the nearest leg and bites down with no mercy blood flows down the mans pants and into Octo's mouth He lets out a scream and cowers back The other stunned at the gruesome display of blood falling out of Octo's mouth. Octo stares at the other three for a second and spits out a piece of flesh and pants from their friend..... Octo smiles. The man is holding his thigh where Octo bit crying and rolling in the sand. The three men start pushing each other forward "Get him! they keep on saying amongst themselves until one goes forward. Octo throws a heavy swing but misses. A swing from the man connects to his face Octo does not seem phased much. The other two jump back in surrounding him. Octo Grabs one of their arms and swings him into the other two they all fly back on in the sand. Octo starts walking towards them. The first man to get up throws a swift punch at Octo he dodges and delivers a punch right in the mans gut. as he bends down Octo grabs the back of his skull and raises his knee with all his might to meet the mans chin. A loud crunch vibrates through the air as knee and chin connect and the mans spits out some teeth. he falls back in the sand not moving much. "two down" Octo says with new found cheer. another man gets up as the other crawls to their limp friend. This man reaches in his shirt and pulls out a dagger and charges. Octo dodges a couple of swings but cant dodge them all his chest gets slashed. The man charges again for Octo's belly, but he barely gets out the way. The man slashes away at Octo his arm taking multiple cuts he lets out grunts and cries and begins staggering. Octo's mind is slow, but in a brawl like this he finds a calm inside of himself. He focuses on his pain. the cuts throb his eyes are beginning to swell his fist clinch harder. This is not just a brawl he is fighting for his life. Things start to slow down he can see the man coming for him. He sees where the man is trying to stick him right in his chest. He has to do what he needs to survive. He turns and leans his left arm to the incoming dagger and back to face the man the blade now out of the man's hand and stuck deep inside Octo's left bicep. he grabs the man by the throat and raises him in the air then slams him back in the ground. the impact lifts sand in the air, Octo starts pummeling the man, with his good arm, in the face like his own punching bag. when the man stops moving and his fist was covered in his blood he stops. He lets out a howel as the blade in his arm sends a surge of pain through out his body. he pulls it out blood squirts out the wound and flows steadily. He looks at the last man still beside his friend. The crowd around them flock to the man with his face gushing blood making sure he was alive..... barely The last man begins crawling away. Octo slowly staggers slowly behind him. The crawling man stops briefly and then quickly turns around with Octo's rusty Cutlass now in his hand... Octo inhales deeply He has lost lots of blood, his vision is blurry his cuts are throbbing and the deep stab wound in his arm needs attention. They both look at each other for a time that seemed a lot longer than it actually was. Is this going to be the way i die? Killed by my family's sword?, Then Octo starts laughingGuess that swords not such a piece of junk? A bloody and toothy smile crosses Octo's face. He finally had something witty to say. The man stands up the rusty cutlass held in both his hand is shaking. Octo advances slowly until the tip is touching his large belly. Octo stares at the other man in the eyes.... barely able to stand. The wailing of the other three men break the moment, bystanders were attending too their wounds as the limped away. There was blood scattered all around the sand. Octo's mouth still bloody he mixes some saliva and spits in the mans face. He drops the sword and backs away reaching for his eyes. Octo swiftly kicks the man right in the groin he falls to the ground Octo kicks him in the face blood flies out of his mouth. "Svefra sea rat" the man mutters out" Octo shakes his head and kicks the man in the head knocking him out "wrong answer" The crowd of people stare at Octo terrified at the bloody site, He inhales deeply and begins asking them about Trevor again... This time they had a lot more information.

[Octo Greenseas]

That evening

The cool night air did well for Octo's wounds he lay his head down in the sand. He had been walking all day until there the danger of darkness settled in. He did not enjoy being alone not many Sverfra did but he was especially missing his pod. He would not allow himself to come back empty handed. A turtle shell lay on the fire as Octo eats the meat it provided. A small treat from a long day... Octo had got his arm stitched up before he had left the camp site, a good waste of rum was thrown over it to clean which left him in searing pain. He had been walking for sometime tracking down Trevor. he had a lead on where he was hiding out, another camp about a half days travel away. He lays down and looks up to the stars and the black sky, he clears his mind of all the troubles, pain, emotion, and thoughts. slowly closing his eyes, and lets sleep take over him

[Octo Greenseas]

Fall the 17th of 512 AV Early Morning of the coast of The Suvan Sea No dreams last night it seemed as a flash before his eyes had opened. He had only one thought Trevor..... He pulls himself up, Sand falls all around him. He grabs his injured arm, the bloody bandages wrapped around his left bicep needed changing. he grabs his back pack and unrolls some more cloth and starts wrapping it around the fleshy wound. i little blood would seep out but it was healing fast. he could move his arm but clinching caused a lot of pain for him. Luckily he was right handed. He would take a look over at the water slowly staggering his way to it. He started to pull off his clothes and grab his soap from his bag... a nice bath wouldn't hurt he thought to himself. Removing that much sand from his hair was a very welcoming feeling. Octo couldn't resist swimming around and playing with the marine life and before he realized hours had past. He had been swimming and stalking a crab late in the afternoon. it would make a great lunch. He swims just above the crustation .He swoops down and reaches out closing in on his prey. a cloud of dirt in the water rises as he makes contact with the sea floor. nothing bud mud in his hands... he looks around for the crab... after a couple of seconds he screams out bubbles, as a surge of sharp pain stings his nostril he swims back up and starts running back to the shore. His hands pulling the crab down as the claw only grips tighter. he rolls down in the sand his naked body flaying in the wet sand till he finally gets the nasty crab off his face. he quickly sticks the crab and throws him in the fire... He gets dressed up and eats his lunch determined more than ever to find Trevor. he walks back into the water slowly striding as the water gets deeper. his body dives inside while under he lets out very loud moans in a strange rapid pattern, after a few times of swimming back up for air and returning down to repeat the moans, a Bullet of black and white swims underneath him. His Tavan Dum Dum swims around his body excitedly he smiles and swims next to the Tavan and grabs his top fin while the orca takes allows him to ride. swim all afternoon.. it is a long swim and holding on with just one arm isn't that simple when going this fast. His destination gets closer and closer with every stride of his Tavan's tail. The shore he can see the land marks the others told him he knew Trevor was in this camp, he pets his friend and separates. The swim to shore was not to hard he emerges on the sand and begins walking to Trevor's last known whereabouts. Evening After asking a few of the locals it wasn't hard to narrow Trevor down, apparently Octo wasn't the first to be screwed over by him they gladly gave him up. Octo creeps in the dark he behind a large rock he can see Trevor, he was just sitting out eating and drinking apparently not a care in the world. The fool looked drunk he was dancing around his camp fire. Octo creeps closer in hiding behind Trevor's tent. He waited in the shadows for Trevor to get close... Trevor looked like he had enough fun and put out the fire and started making his way to the tent. In the pale moonlight Octo jumps before him "Remember me!!!" a swift punch lands Trevor on his back. Octo quickly mounts him hammering his right fist in Trevor's face. "Wheres my money" his fists becoming red with Trevor's blood. Every time Trevor tries to speak another fist comes down. ""Sod off!! You Idiot!! Rot in hell!" Octo enraged grabs Trevor with both hands ringing his neck "Do you know what ive been through!!!" Octo figures he would just kill this scum and take whatever was in the tent, he looks over to the tent to see what was worth taking. That was when he noticed, they weren't the only ones there 2 sets of tearful eyes peered back at him... a woman's and a small girl's. Octo's fingers could feel Trevor's life slipping he quickly released him. The small girl who was no more than 10 escaped her mothers clutch and ran beside to Octo pleading for her fathers life... "Leave daddy alone, he doesn't have your money yet!!!" her small hands clinging on Octo's pants. she bowed before him sobbing, Octo resisted pounding her father one more time. The woman came beside her daughter with a box full of assorted coins... "Don't my love we need that or the pirate's will take you away from me. Our child will be sold to slavers.". Octo grabs the coins from the woman.... He got off of Trevor his face left bruised and bloodied his family swoop over him.... Octo wants to walk off but something is stopping him... he watches as they females tend to their injured Trevor. Especially the little girl she sobbed and cried for him as Trevor began weeping but he grabs his family and embraces them.. Octo grabs a handful of the coins not knowing what is what and stuffs it in his pocket.... he walks over to the huddled family. The small girl looks up to him and screams Please don' Kill us!!1. Trevor looks at Octo and cowers behind his lifted arms... Octo leaves the box and the rest of the coins in his hands "I don't ever want to see you again." Trevor nods. Octo walks back into the shore he looks back at the family and shakes his head, Guess the pods not the only ones with trouble. he thinks to himself. He summons his Tavan again as they swim back to his pod's camp.