Not This Again

The wind howled on the high seas as a lone Marine ship cut through the rough waves. Mist floated through the air as the lookout spotted an island in the distance. "Land ho Sirs." He shouted down to the deck and a chorus of voices repeated the phrase. The noise made its way to the bow of the ship where two figures stood, one of them peering over the railing.

"I don't understand why Valentine is making us hunt pirates around Sabaody. We were the closest but it isn't like other Marines can't deal with this." Wynn Trevor sighed. He hated wasting his time on petty pirates that ran around paradise. They were all just scoundrels that were worth nothing to him or his goal. He'd been refused transfer to operating in the New World multiple times, all by the same man. He'd been told to simply keep hunting down pirates and he'd eventually be transferred, transfer never came though. Despite all his displeasure he still couldn't betray his orders. They were from a Vice Admiral after all, a scary one as well. Despite Valentine's relaxed nature Trevor was always uneasy around him. "Blasted Devil," He spat as he leaned on the rail, eyeing the island before them. "What do you think about all this Homura?" he questioned his fellow commodore.