Where the Wild Things Are

Ups and Downs
Deep Crimson eyes leered down on to the streets below watching as various Pirates spew about in drunken celebration, brawls and gambling all without the worry of the breathing down their necks or the threat of Marine Soldiers attempting to capture them. Moving away from the streets the eyes glanced at the large makeshift dome in disinterest before returning to watching the crowd below.

"Quite the rowdy bunch ain’t they?" A voice called out from behind causing the crimsoned eyed individual to turn to face the newcomer. "Then again can’t say I blame em" the person continued moving closer. "Considering where we are, right Static?" The person finished with amusement in their voice looking down towards Static who was seated on the ledge of a building.

"Athun" Static acknowledged before continuing his examination of the crowd. "Haromo" he muttered before standing up "The Fantasy Island and home to the Black Sam Pirate Festival". Turning to Athun, Static nodded his head towards the makeshift arena to which Athun merely nodded.

"Aye apparently this year they decided to include a tourney to spice up the festival" Athun stayed before sighing in mild annoyance "All that’s done is drag in the more rowdy pirates and increased the chance of the Marines finding this place."

Nodding in agreement with his companion as his eyes fell upon one of the "Big Shot" pirates currently bragging about his bounty of 26,000,000,000 something that didn’t impress Static in the slightest. "Any idea of what our esteemed Festival King has planned this year" he questions Athun who simply shrugged in response.

"Ya know how he is already, erthing is one big party to him some are beginning to a think he’s trying to become the next ." He stated in a tone of pure amusement while thinking of the so called Festival King. "But enough about em shouldn’t we get moving?, we got a lot to do"

Shaking his head Static gave one final glance to the streets before placing his hand on Athun’s shoulder before they both vanished in the blink of an eye leaving behind nothing but a patch of swirling wind.