SirDerpingtonIV
A Campfire at the End of Time
Amicus: Amicus was patrolling the hallways of the palace, as he had been for three hours. He had seen nothing interesting, and probably never would in this position, but he didn't care, we was preforming the task assigned to him. Doing a MerKnight's duty to serve the crown. But he could hear his stomache rumbling, and sighed, he needed food.
Drake: Drake's body was washed up on the beach near Julian, in a bit of high tide that quickly receded. His Naval Uniform was soaked, and he was clutching onto his Officer's Sabre with a white-knuckle grip, like it would protect him. He was entirely unconcious, just lying there. During the storm, Drake had been on the top decks, trying to help lower the dingy, to help many of the crew escape. Suddenly, a larger wave crashed over the decks, sending Drake hurling overboard. He lost conciousness, but could feel the horrible feeling of drowning before he was out. Somehow, he had washed up on shores, before he had the chance to die.
Cuz, you know, screw letting you have private time or anything.
Drake: Drake's body was washed up on the beach near Julian, in a bit of high tide that quickly receded. His Naval Uniform was soaked, and he was clutching onto his Officer's Sabre with a white-knuckle grip, like it would protect him. He was entirely unconcious, just lying there. During the storm, Drake had been on the top decks, trying to help lower the dingy, to help many of the crew escape. Suddenly, a larger wave crashed over the decks, sending Drake hurling overboard. He lost conciousness, but could feel the horrible feeling of drowning before he was out. Somehow, he had washed up on shores, before he had the chance to die.
Cuz, you know, screw letting you have private time or anything.