Garet
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- Krysemna, a place yet to be written...
- Seen Jan 22, 2019
Johnathan hitched up the pack he was carrying; he'd had to rush to somewhere else in town to get something he'd forgotten. The Gallade was walking at a fast pace, almost running, back to the pub where he'd signed up for The Revenge of the Sea. Who knew when the captain would come along?
The Revenge of the Sea. Johnathan smiled as he thought of what had happened. He knew he wanted revenge, and he'd very likely get it at sea. Seemed like a coincidence that the ship was thus named.
Looking back up from the ground, Johnathan saw the pub up ahead. Almost there, then he could drop the pack he'd been carrying. Bit heavy, it was. The gray-armed Gallade picked up his pace a little, now just barely running, and prepared to open the door of the bar.
At his pace, though, Johnathan couldn't stop as the door opened and someone stepped out. Oh, snap! he thought as he collided with the Blaziken.
The Revenge of the Sea. Johnathan smiled as he thought of what had happened. He knew he wanted revenge, and he'd very likely get it at sea. Seemed like a coincidence that the ship was thus named.
Looking back up from the ground, Johnathan saw the pub up ahead. Almost there, then he could drop the pack he'd been carrying. Bit heavy, it was. The gray-armed Gallade picked up his pace a little, now just barely running, and prepared to open the door of the bar.
At his pace, though, Johnathan couldn't stop as the door opened and someone stepped out. Oh, snap! he thought as he collided with the Blaziken.