Swordfish

Fishy Reunions
A soft refreshing mist blew through the paradise air, clinging to the leaves, plants and trees like metal to magnets, creating morning dew. Despite it being the early hours of the day, the seas still moved and the fish still swam, this especially held true on a small island in the beginning part of paradise, Verat Island. No stranger to marines or aspiring pirates, but this small fishing and merchant island was generally quite, but for just how long?

Deep inland was a small cluster of homes, though one seemed to be a bit larger than the others. Upon further inspection, a boy could be seen standing to the front of the larger house, twiddling his thumbs, seemingly shy and anxious for some unknown reason. The boy wore standard marine garb, however with his own added flair of a baby blue colored yukata and a sword on his hip. This boy was Francis Drake, well known marine solider, garnering the rank of Captain in just his short time as a member of the great force known to the world as the Marines.

“C’mon Drake, you can do this. So what you ran away to the marines without telling her, she can’t be that mad. After all, you did send her letters, even though she didn’t respond...” Drake spoke to himself, taking a few deep breaths as he simply stood before the door, a visage of a beautiful, angry and strong woman drifting through his mind as he spoke, this woman of course being his mother.

“Snap out of it!” Drake said aloud, giving himself a small smack to the face as his expression went from one of anxiousness to one more brave and determined. He would then lift his hand to the door, cocking back his wrist in order to give the door a hardy knock, but before his fist could hit the door, it flew open before him.

“What took you so long to knock, my baby!” A long brown haired woman leapt from where she stood to hug Drake, landing in his arm as he stood startled. He would then give her a hardy hug in return, shifting his leg back as to avoid them both falling back onto the stoop.

“Where have you been!” The woman said more sternly, giving Drake a hardy punch to the back of his head, the same scary expression he imagined had been born into reality and taken its place on his mother’s face. “Get yer ass inside, we’ve got alotta catchin’ up to do!” She said, a large grin on her face as she dragged the boy in by his arm, closing the door behind them, a large face apparent on Drakes face as he was dragged, back home once again.