((He looks like a pirate some what.))
Ghost walked to the front of the ship and looked over the front. He breathed in the air. It was thick with fog. The light from the setting sun could barely get through the fog to the ship. Ghost walked over to a lamp and pulled out some matches. He opened the pack and pulled out two matches. He put them together and lit them. Or at least tried to light them. The fog had already wet down the matches to render them useless. Ghost looked back over the front of the ship. He sighed and started toward the middle. He passes by another crew member who was carrying heavy ropes to the side of the ship. "Hey. You have a torch or something." Ghost asked him. The man replied with a shrug and continued to tie the rope along the side of the ship.
Ghost opened a hatch and climbed down the ladder. He walked through a door that led to the mans sleeping quarters. The horrible, disgusting smell of men who had not taken a shower in over 3 years made the ship smell like a s**t hole. He continues walking looking back and forth to the men sleeping. He knocks on a door at the end of the hall. He hears a reply and enters. "First mate reporting procedures of the ship sir." Ghost said as he pulled out a paper. "We are two months into our voyage and we've captured one ship and found two treasure chest filled with silver. The men are tired but still are working with high spirits that we'll catch the ship of the Red Dragons. All the traps are in set for a border by the other ship. We only have to catch them now and we can go home."
He looked at the captain. He turned to the door and walked out and back up to the front of the deck. A grin came to his face as he looked onward into the unkown.
Ghost walked to the front of the ship and looked over the front. He breathed in the air. It was thick with fog. The light from the setting sun could barely get through the fog to the ship. Ghost walked over to a lamp and pulled out some matches. He opened the pack and pulled out two matches. He put them together and lit them. Or at least tried to light them. The fog had already wet down the matches to render them useless. Ghost looked back over the front of the ship. He sighed and started toward the middle. He passes by another crew member who was carrying heavy ropes to the side of the ship. "Hey. You have a torch or something." Ghost asked him. The man replied with a shrug and continued to tie the rope along the side of the ship.
Ghost opened a hatch and climbed down the ladder. He walked through a door that led to the mans sleeping quarters. The horrible, disgusting smell of men who had not taken a shower in over 3 years made the ship smell like a s**t hole. He continues walking looking back and forth to the men sleeping. He knocks on a door at the end of the hall. He hears a reply and enters. "First mate reporting procedures of the ship sir." Ghost said as he pulled out a paper. "We are two months into our voyage and we've captured one ship and found two treasure chest filled with silver. The men are tired but still are working with high spirits that we'll catch the ship of the Red Dragons. All the traps are in set for a border by the other ship. We only have to catch them now and we can go home."
He looked at the captain. He turned to the door and walked out and back up to the front of the deck. A grin came to his face as he looked onward into the unkown.