Neverending Day

Holy Days, Holidays
A relatively small ship, with a large shield in place of a traditional mast, sailed the tumultuous seas. The Autumn Island Pieck was the destination of the Round Table Pirates today. Among that ship a number of faces could be seen, but right at the helm, looking over the seas, was their Captain, Dianoir Judith. She was adorned in complete armor today, including her armor, and donned the alias of the "Faceless Knight."

Despite being geared for combat, Judith did not seem to carry her spear and shield. Instead, she looked onto her crew member, Maurier Harlan with judgmental eyes that peered through her helmet. "Are you able to handle the spear and shield, Harlan-deshi? Or should I give it to someone else? I can't have it be breaking the ship unfortunately..." Judith had established from the onset that this Squire, Harlan, needed to be kept still, otherwise he'll chatter so much the crew will go overboard voluntarily. Unfortunately, today wasn't the day for that sort of trip.

Seated atop one of the remains of what was once a large galleon clash ship, Bluebell continued to watch the the waves of the endless sea crash against the remains while simultaneously swallowing the corpses scattered within the immediate area of the sea staining it crimson with blood. Without a single trace of emotion on his face, Bluebell simply vanished in a flash of yellow as the galleon’s remains began to be swallowed by the sea.

Appearing in what looked like a desolate dock area he began to make his way towards the large tower that could be see just in the distance. Idly his mind began to wonder dwelling upon the thoughts of his absent captain, something he had become accustomed to at this point. Perhaps he should go out seeking Birthday after all various others within the crew began to also wonder what their captain was up to. Seeing as he was near the tower, Bluebell quickly shook away his thoughts and focused his attention back towards the matter at hand.

"Those make the fifth group that attempted conquer this island". He spoke aloud as he entered the tower spearing a single glance at the "guards" assigned to protect said tower. Upon entering the tower he quickly made his way towards the large desk that was stationed in the center of the room. "Perhaps we posses naught but a small threat to the various residential Pirates and organization neighboring Pieck". He continued aloud as his eyes fell upon a large map of the island pinned to the far wall.

Turning away from the map Bluebell glances towards the window facing the north end of of the island out into the sea with narrowed eyes as a heavy feeling began to weigh upon his heart. "I wonder what this chilling feeling is". Bluebell spoke softly as he began to wonder if Something or Someone of immeasurable strength had set their sights upon the island.