Jungle Chase

Midnight Sea
Lance was done. He had gotten bored of the constant droning of the Marines, of course. But what he had uncovered, what had truly set him over the edge…he swore to himself he’d never discuss it again. And as such, he departed. Lance had collected most of his belongings which composed primarily of food and clothes. He was a rather simple man after all. Lance was driven by one thing; power. And to acquire that power he’d do anything, it was why he joined the Marines. But he’d never go back now. The martial artist had his reasons, but he was still in shock. He hadn’t expected it for it to be like…that.

When he had left, Lance had stolen one of their pursuit ships. With a beautiful dark oak hull, azure sails and a mighty wolf masthead; Wolfsbane was a work of art. Easily one of the best ships Lance had ever had the pleasure of being on. Not only that, it had a fairly beautiful cabin for him. But he wasn’t there right now, he was at the wheel, steering the ship through the sea. It was the middle of the night, the sounds of the sea were quieter now. More peaceful, as if it was trying to lull those on it into a slumber. But Lance was too busy trying to head elsewhere for that.

The man knew he didn’t have long. After all, he understood the protocol of the Marines. He had informed the Ensigns that he was simply taking a quick emergency patrol. Now each of those lasted five minutes, even less so with a Pursuit Ship. So they would’ve informed the other Captain of the base of his disappearance, which inevitably meant they would chase after him with a squad of marines following behind. Lance suspected that they took the strait for a burst of speed, and would probably reach even with him soon. He didn’t know how to truly work a ship, but he’d learn. Lance was being chased, and he knew what it would come to. He sighed, bringing his focus back onto controlling the ship.