A New Revolution Arise?

Standing firm at the of a ship was a figured dressed in a black cloak that covered any skin and clothing from his shoulders on down. His pitch black hair did almost the same thing, covering most of his face, leaving only his mouth visible. He looked onto the salvaged lands, and there was nearly nothing but rubble there. Destroyed houses, fire in barrels, and people wandering around homeless. In the sight of a site seer, this would be classified as disgusting and a lost cause. His facial expression was unknown, but the way his mouth was framed gave an idea. His two lips glued together, with one side of his mouth sinking in. A breeze formed, lifting the man's cloak for a split second. One with sharp eyes would be able to see skim sight of his white uniform and the folded expression of his arms. Following the breeze, the formation of the man's mouth began to shift swiftly, just like the wind that had past.

"Tch, what a horrendous sight. Not a single sight of aide." His two short sentences described what he'd been looking at to a tee. Placing his foot on the head of the ship, it appeared as though he was able to take a step, but paused before completing it. "What a rotten world, yet everyone worships them just as though they were their saviors." Removing his foot from the head of the ship, he turned his back, and heading for the platform that connected his ship to the wretched land.

As he maneuvered through the land the sight began to get worse. People donned themselves in blankets, shirts, and old jackets covered in holes, defeating the purpose of protecting them from the cold. For those without said covering, their skin was bare. There were even a few survivors who's skin touched their bones, showing the outline of every bone in their body, almost skeletons. With each person he saw, he released a furious grunt. And with each grunt, was a clinch of the man's fist. As he continued on peacefully, out of the blue, a kick came flying towards the side of his face. Using his reflexes, the man quickly lifted his hand, blocked the kick sending a shockwave throughout their immediate vicinity.

"Leave, you are trespassing, pirate." The attacker stated.

Continuing to hold on to the foot, the man peaked his head around his hand, and quickly returned to the view where his hand was blocked the attacker.

"You pervert!" The voice shouted in a high pitch. "How dare you look under a young girl's dress."

The man was silent and he let go of the young girls foot. She stood about three feet five inches tall, and her crimson hair reached to her knees, despite being tied up into ponytails. Despite looking her up and down, his eyes never came visible.

"Are you okay, sir?" She asked.