This is were his adventure begins, this is wear you see him before the pain, before the adventure, before the loneliness and the mistrust, also remember I need some help. I need some idea of the sword Finn will come to use. And a vote on a possible romance, or forever alone, to die like another
Chapter one, a not so humble beginning
"Finn Mertens, this name may be unfamiliar to all of you… but you know him as the Wanderer, he who travels with out purpose" spoke a young Orc sitting around a fire with a vampire, a Werewolf, a Water and tree nympho and about three merchants. There was one more in the group that had sat down to listen to this mans tale, it was undetermined what or who he was. The only thing that could be seen were his boots a pair of worn leather boots, the rest of him was engulfed by shadows. Even if the man turned to look at someone, it was if his face was followed by the shadows themselves to keep him hidden.
"The Wanderer! That man is nothing more than a legend, the shit he has done is impossible even if you were immortal" spoke the vampire dismissing the Orcs story while adding a log to the fire to keep warm. He wore black pants with a dark green shirt, no shoes seeing as most vampires could fly so they saw no need for shoes.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you met him" responded the Orc quietly while taking a sip from a mug he had in is possession, probably mead or some other stiff alcohol from what the mysterious man could smell.
"Bullshit matè, the vampire has A point there that man is all but a legend" spoke a fat merchant with beady little eyes sunken into the mans fat face that wore the typical merchant outfit.
"But I HAVE met him, he had delivered a message to are chieftain about three month ago, he said that there was a Ogre War party heading in are direction, the chieftain ignored him, and he left, but before he left he had boughten a box of matches and some twine… I saw his eyes, as blue as the ocean with a fire behind. Looked as if they glowed" the Orc paused to take a drink before he continued "an hour after he left the Ogre War party had arrived, many of are sentry were fought of guard, by the time they had sounded the alarm the Ogres were already killing everyone in sight, I had killed two of the bastards before I was knocked out. I had awoken to find are village completely lifeless. Orcs and Ogre bodies alike were littered every wear. The strangest thing was that the Ogre war Party was dead among my brothers. When I had gone to search for survivors I found many of them had been impaled onto spikes. The market area was the center of it all, what was even stranger is what ever killed the Ogres and remaining Orcs had not lost a single warrior as if they were ghost, but I've seen ghost kill before and that was not ghost that did that" finished the Orc while downing the contents of his Mug
"Vlad the Impaler" spoke the mysterious man hidden by the shadows as all eyes turned on him.
"How… how do you… you know that?" Stuttered the Orc while looking at this 'shadow'
The man ever so slowly leaned forward into the light which revealed his face but more importantly he Ocean blue eyes that seemed to glow even in the darkness.
"Who do you think bought the matches and twine from you" spoke the man of the story… Finn Mertens
Six years earlier
The sun slowly set over the horizon. However, this was completely ignored by the young man who was completely enticed by the fires consuming his home. Finn turned away and heaved his pack into place before traveling north, away from hi- what was home. Even though Finn had lost all he held dear, he felt relaxed, relieved. He couldn't understand why but above all these Finn felt the need to move.
Wanderlust
Wanderlust, he felt that the word fit with what he was currently had heard his parents say this a few times and explained the word to him, he never truly understood this till now.
'Son one day you will experience this and I'm getting old I wont be there to guide you, but known when you truly feel this be prepared' these words echoed through Finns head over and over again, before a bang was heard from with in him, that bang was the sound of the flintlock he used to put his father out of his misery. It shouldn't have been like that, he shouldn't have been put down like some rabid dog.
Finn shook his head to clear these thoughts before walking north, his fathers maps said there was a town a days walk from home… or what was home. This town was supposed to be near a coast or on the coast he couldn't tell to much from his fathers notes but he would make the most from it.
Finn began his walk with the fire slowly starting to dim as the ground beneath his feet crunched. As Finn reached the edge of the farm he could see the desert before him, barren and lonely to the naked eye but to Finn there was all sort of creatures out there. The amount of times he had gone out there with his father to hunt had made him well aware of what was out there, some of what was out there.
Finn unslung the Trench gun from his back that his father liked to call the ThunderStick so much that he had carved it into the butt stock of the weapon. Finn quickly checked that it was load and had a shell in the chamber as well as a few extra shells in his pocket before began his march through the barren desert.
"This is going to be a long ass walk" cursed Finn before heading north towards the town.
One hours from town and a long ass desert walk later
Finn was running… more like limping. Finn had encountered Buzzards, Sand Cannibal Raiders that tend to drive around the desert at night in porcupine styled cars made from rusted metal meant to ram into anything on sight without taking damage, and Finn had pissed them off they had chased for over an hour before he had lost them. Now he was in sight of the town with the sun starting to rise, he would be safe as soon he got behind the town walls. But Grob had other plans for him. Six buzzards had jumped up from under the ground surrounding Finn. If his fathers notes and drawings were correct and matched to what he saw. Five Ghost lead by a lower level top dog- a NightBuckler.
Ghost were basically the savages of the Buzzard clan rejected by the more 'tamed' Buzzards. They eat anything and anyone, even eating other dead Buzzards. Dangerous in large numbers, hand to hand combat is advise range weapons will get one killed.
A NightBuckler a second in command type, their main choice in weapons are scrap shield and a pick axe. Very had to kill but not impossible its advised to run if in large numbers.
Finn brandished his Bowie knife with a serrated edge before getting into a sloppy combat stance, the only stance he could manage with ought screaming out in pain due to the twisted ankle he had gotten from a misstep before rolling down a sand hill. The NightBuckler seemed to size him up before grunting out an order to his subordinates. The Ghost charged soon after intent to tear apart Finn and eat him. Finn was tackled by a ghost that proceeded to scratch at his chest. Finn attempted to block the Ghost scratches before giving up and proceeded to stab the Ghost in the ribs. Three swift and vicious stabs to the Ghost's ribs had caused it to recoil in pain before Finn dealt the killing blow, a slash across the Ghost neck killed it quickly before throwing the corpse off of him self. As soon as Finn attempted to stand up another one had jumped onto his back intent on tearing off his head, Finn quickly grabbed the Ghost before throwing it off of himself. Finn then lifted his leg intent on stomping its head off but was stopped by a slasher the back from another Ghost claws causing Finn to fall over in pain right next to the downed Ghost from before. This Ghost quickly took the opportunity to slash at Finn, but he quickly jerked his head back avoiding its slash before retaliating with one of his own across its face before stabbing it in its left eye.
Two down three to go. Finn attempted to stand once more to notice that the Ghost had Given up on him and were currently focused on feasting on one of the two dead Ghost. The NighBuckler seemed to wait for Finn to make the first move not even preparing to parry or block what Finn would do next. After Fighting the first two ghost and nearly losing his life Finn was frustrated and now this asshole was underestimating him frustrated him even more. Finn slowly sheathed his Bowie Knife before unslinging ThunderStick and taking aim at NightBruckler's chest
Click "Shit" chuck chuck, CHOOM… THUMP… "*Sigh* That was close" The NightBrawlers blood oozed from the hole in its chest as it pooled around its corpse as the sand greedily licked it up. Finn reslung his ThunderStick before picking up the NightBuckler's Pick axe.
"Time to finish the job" spoke Finn while turning around Pick Axe in hand and walking towards the remaining Ghost.
About two and a half hours later
"This is boring as all hell"
"We are City Watch its are Job"
"More like glorified Grocery Store Bouncer!"
"What's a Grocery Store Bouncer?"
"There, There… well I don't know what all three of those are! I read it in a book, Okay!"
Two Wolf men in grey uniforms with leather Chest plates worn by City Watch who were currently bickering like an old married couple about their Job never noticed the figure covered in blood walking towards the gate before an alarm was sounded.
"TWENTY METERS! UNIDENTIFIED PERSON INJURED FROM THE LOOKS OF IT SOMEBODY GET A HEALER OUT HERE" Yelled a lizard man who was also part of the City Watch had yelled for a healer to get to the gates.
Finn was currently covered from head to toe in blood, some that was his and some that wasn't. He was also carrying a a bloody bag and a rusty Pick Axe. He was also walking with a very noticeable limp. Finn had only taken Fifty steps before he was met by the welcoming party. Six City Watch Men and a healer had stopped about ten steps from him. Finn through the blood bag forward before falling forward unconscious. The healer closed the gap between him and checked him over.
"I got a pulse but its weak, multiple cuts along the chest and back area as well as on both forearms we need to get him to a hospital quickly, you two help me get him up" the healer and two City Watch quickly lifted Finn of the ground and carried him back through the gates. The four that stayed behind had decided to check the bloody bag and the pick axe.
"Seems like a buzzard weapon"
"It is a buzzard weapon"
The City Watch Man who had the honor in opening the bloody bag, had emptied his breakfast from earlier that morning onto the ground before his companions saw why he had done this.
In the bag was the severed head of six buzzards.
A while later Finn was being healed on with regular means and a bit magical means. Some of the major cuts had healing magic used before being sewed and bandaged the smaller ones were just bandaged, his limp had also been checked on to see if it was major or not, but after a short examination it was determined nothing a few days of bed rest wouldn't fix. Word had also gotten out among the City Watch and even some of the Guards around what Finn had done to the Buzzards and how he had arrived. Stories also started to come up on who he could be, some said a hunter of hunter, others say a Mercenary or a hired gun, maybe even an adventure. What some people didn't think was one lucky sonva bitch that lived only by the skin of his teeth. It was about midday when Finn had awoken and paid for the help and healing he had received as well as answering a few questions. Basic questions such as his name and age and were he came from. Finn gave his name and age but lied about were he came from, he said he was a wanderer just looking to discover and so happened to be chased by Buzzards. With that tad bit of information Finn was allowed to leave. Finn walked along the food district of the city in order to get a bite to eat all the while City Watch and Guards keeping a close eye on him. However, before Finn could find himself some lunch he had accidentally bumped into a shark man that looked like he had been at sea for some time.
"Watch were your going runt"
"Sure you oversized goldfish"
"What did you say"
"I said Sure… you Oversized Goldfish"
"I'LL KILL YOU RUNT"
And with that a fight broke out, the Shark man was clearly taller than Finn and a lot bigger but Finn didn't care he would use this to his advantage. The Shark Man had prompted to use slow and heavy punches that would surely bruise and even knock out if he were to be hit, so Finn opted for a mix quick and vicious jabs and punches to the ribs and chest all the while dodging Shark mans fists. After around five minutes of wearing the Shark man down Finn made a quick strike to end it all. Finn dodged under the next few punches before delivering an uppercut to daze the man before drop kicking the man in the chest causing the man to hit the floor hard and not get up. Finn stood up, dusted himself off and limped towards a sign and with the adrenaline in his system currently pumping, it made the pain his ankle was currently going through to dampen, until he was none combat state.
Williams Sandwich shop
'Looks promising' thought Finn before walking in and taking a seat on the counter as a menu was slid towards him before an old mans voice was heard.
"I'll give yee a few minutes to look it over lad" spoke the old man who seemed to run the joint and if Finn had to guess this was Williams.
Williams was a large man about seven foot two, an Ex sailor type build if the anchor tatto on his left shoulder was anything to go by. He wore simple dirtied white pants and a blue shirt with an equally dirty white apron. This man also seemed to look like a dark skinned toned goblin, with wrinkles prominent on his skin and a few noticeable scars showing this man was no stranger to a fight.
Finn looked over the menu before knowing what he was going to order.
"Sir, I'm ready to order"
"What will it be lad?"
" I would like a BLT with extra bacon, a side of devils chips, and to drink a glass of water will due. O! And if I could get some ice for my ankle here, I kind of dropped kicked a Shark man looking for a fight even though I had a sprained ankle"
"Not to worry lad I'll get that ice, and your order will be six shillings"
Finn handed the man over six gold coins from a small bag in his pack before answering.
"Sorry Sir, I don't know what these shillings are but I have gold coins"
"Son, around these parts your going to want to keep that hidden, ye see the currency systems goes like this. Ten bronze shillings is equal to one silver shillings and ten silver shillings or a hundred bronze shillings is equal to one gold shillings , what you are about to hand me would be a months work for a person like me, people would kill for that kind of money son" Finn just nodded and thanked the man before having a glass of iced water put in front of him as well as the bag of ice he asked for.
Finn rifled through his bag to grab a scarf he had to use as a makeshift bandage to hold the ice in place to ease the pain in his ankle. Finn took a small sip from his water before fully relaxing his body, his bag on the ground at his feet with ThunderStick attached to the bag with shell in chamber and four more in the tube within reach just in case something were to go wrong. A little later and after a glass and a half of water, came back Williams with Finns order. A nicely toasted bread slices with a heart amount of bacon along side lettuce and tomato, next came the devils chips. It was a small bowl stacked high with freshly baked oven chips making them healthier compared to the fried version, next to the bowl was bottle of hot sauce with a red demon with large horns giving two thumbs up and smiling along side a handful of limes. Finn tasted the sauce, it was good. No overpowering spicy ness that would make one regret it but not to weak. He quickly poured a hearty amount before cutting open the limes and squeezing the limes over it to give it the final touch before cutting his sandwich in half, like a triangle.
Finn was about half way through his lunch when five men barged into Williams Sandwich Shop. Finn didn't turn around or stop eating he just paid attention to the fist steps as they got closer. Three were light and the last two were heavy and one pair sounded familiar.
"That's him there captain he's the one the busted me up"
"Hey Goldfish didn't think you'd come back for another ass whooping, and let me guess you brought your friends" Finn turned around in his seat of what stood before him, and he wasn't expecting it. The captain was a Jungle nympho.
"Buster here says you busted him up is that true young man" Finn sized the group up. Another shark man like buster with no visible weapon, same went for buster. They stood behind her. On either side of the captain stood two red with a mix of yellow skinned lizard women both with sheathed swords and loaded muskets with bayonets. The captain her self had two flintlock pistols and a sheathed sword. Finn quickly went through all the possible scenario and conclude he would die in each, not without taking two or maybe even three with him, and from the position he was in he wouldn't have the chance to get his Trench gun.
"Yes Ma'am I busted up your man here but it was in pure self defense I wasn't looking for no trouble just looking for a bite to eat that's all" the Captain looked him over also sizing him up, the kid must have been at least 16 maybe older he was about 5'8'' just shorter than her by about 3 inches. This kid was an ant compared to buster hight of 7'2", but the kid didn't have a single scratch, not made by Buster that is but buster was completely bruised up ribs and chest the center of the attacks along with his jaw from what buster recounted. She saw the kid had raw potential and given the opportunity he would make a great Pirate, even a captain one day.
"Hey kid how bout we go for a walk and talk this out and clear things up, maybe we could get to know each other" she spoke. Finn mulled this over before agreeing.
"Sure, but if this is a trap know I'm taking a whole lot of you with me"
"Wouldn't dream of it kid"
Finn quickly devoured the rest of his sandwich before yelling a thanks to William and leaving. Slinging the pack back on before removing his trench gun and discharging the shell in the in the chamber as a show of good faith before pocketing the shell. The Lizard woman looked his weapon over wondering what it could do. Finn walked side by side with the Captain with the Lizard women behind him and the Shark men behind them.
"So son what brings you here to Raroka?"
"Just a pit stop, and a temporary haven from the Buzzards"
"Don't worry about them they only pick your corpse clean after your dead"
"The desert people, the ones that ride around at night on the hunt for blood"
"Aaa, Ive heard of them and some of my Buccaneers fought them before joining up, tales say they are savages and cannibals killing all and eating all"
"Ghost do that but not the more tamed ones"
"Tamed ones?"
"Well you see Ghost are the more savage ones eating anything and anyone even other Buzzards its why the Buzzards treat them like dogs"
"And how would you know?"
"Well before arriving here I was chased by Buzzards but I evaded them. However I was later ambushed by five Ghost and a NightBuckler. I killed two Ghost but not before they got their licks in, the remaining Ghost ate the dead ones"
"What about the NightBuckler?" Asked Buster as he to was enthralled by this kids tale of survival
"I'm getting there, after I had gotten of the floor the NightBuckler seemed to underestimate me seeing as I was covered in blood a lot mine and some not, he seemed to give me the first move. I quickly unslung ThunderStick here aimed at his chest and shot him killing him instantly before picking up his pick axe and moving to the remaining Ghost in order to finish what I started"
"And then what happened" asked the captain in suspense.
"Did you die!" Spoke the second shark before Buster slapped him over the head
"Of Course he didn't die you idiot his right here"
"Sorry, but go on then what happened"
"After about two and a half hours I arrived near the city gates being met by a welcoming party, I threw a blood drenched bag at their feet dropped the pick and passed out"
"What was in the bag?" Asked one of the Lizard girls
"Their heads"
"Bullshit!" Spoke buster
"City Watch opened the bag go ask one of them, look their goes one now"
"I got this" spoke the second Lizard woman before jogging over to the City Watchman. A quick exchange later left both parties shivering before she walked back to the group
"Told you" spoke Finn smugly.
"But that doesn't explain why your traveling through the desert?" Asked the captain out of curiosity
"Im just a boy consumed by WanderLust"
"Uhh?" Spoke the entire group in unison
"An ever consuming feeling of travel to those touched by the desire" The Captain saw the opportunity and pounced.
"Well son if you want that desire filled why not join my crew, I promise a camaraderie among the Buccaneers and a sense of adventure! So what do ya say!"
Finn thought things over for a moment before a grin that threatened to break his face appeared upon it.
"When do I start!"
"That's the spirit Buccaneer"
Two months later
"FIRE!"
The rumbling of cannons was heard before the splintering of wood echoed as the cannon balls met their mark.
"QUICK HOOK HER SHE'S WEAK" harpoons quickly followed before the ship was pulled closer to The Pioneer to allow boarding. Buccaneers quickly stormed the ship killing all who stood before them with brutal efficiency, however the stronger pirates held up in a fight taken a life if possible before dying. However, one Buccaneer would not stray from this fight.
Finn wearing a birth pair of white pirate pants and boots with no shirt, his hair in a short ponytail with a piece of light blue cloth to act as a bandana, jumped from The Pioneer landing before the Pirate captain, A wolf man flanked by two Swash Bucklers sword and flintlock at the ready. Finn brought up his ThunderStick to bare before firing at the first Swash Buckler turning the mans shoulder and heart area into bloody bits and engaging the second with the bayonet attached to his Trench Gun skewering the man in a swift manner using only three moves, The captain before him was another story. Firing his Flintlock giving Finn no time to doge, the bullet grazed his left shoulder. Finn quickly loaded another shell into the chamber before propping it against the railing before out his Bowie knife and picking up a flintlock in reverse grip using the weapon as a makeshift hammer.
The captain nodded before dropping his flintlocks and unsheathing both of his ivory grip with simple design Rapier Swords.
"You are honorable for a pirate, fighting on a fair ground rather than quickly finishing me of with that musket there" spoke the Captain not knowing the design of the Trench Gun
"And so are you, you could have shot me when I was preparing to arm myself but waited"
"That is a story for another life time, now lets fight boy and don't disappoint me" and with that their deadly dance was off, Finn had gotten in a slash before having to block and doge or fear being cut in two. Their Fight was magnificent Old against Young showing what both sides could do. Finn had gotten another slash on the Captain thigh but not with out a strike of the captains own slashing Finns right thigh. The slash was not deep enough to kill but he would bleed out if he did not finish the fight quickly. Steel met steel, flesh met flesh and not long after steel met flesh. Finn had fallen to the ground forced to roll away. However, he was not fast enough and was slashed across the back causing Finn to yell in pain before jumping up and throwing his makeshift hammer at the Captain, knocking away a sword before once again clashing steel. Finn had shoulder charged the Captain knocking both to the floor. Finn in a flash had buried his knife into the Captains furry chest ending his life quickly before once again standing before sheathing his Bowie knife. Finn picked up the Rapier before impaling them into the railing, the ivory grips seeming to glow as Finn raised his retrieved ThunderStick into the air with one arm yelling out in victory as the remaining Pirates looked up in defeat before surrendering.
Only one of the many victory to come
Finn walked down the stairs covered in his own blood, he quickly maid a bee line for the Captains quarters. Finn quickly closed the door behind him, the room was cast in a dim candle light a rather calming just like Grisha's quarters. Finn walked over to table covered in maps, not wanting to waste time Finn quickly rolled all the maps into one large tube before looking around before two things caught his eye. A black and white box with a skull, and a glass case.
Finn walked towards the Glass case first noticing a rather strange looking Flintlock, their was a gold plaque below it with writing
1847 colt revolver walker dragoon
"Hmm looks more like a hand cannon… that's what I'll call you hand cannon"
Finn looked for a leather satchel before opening the case and depositing the Hand Cannon into the bag. After a closer inspection of the case Finn found a latch the he slowly opened before finding what looked like a holster, a small leather journal the size of his palm probably holding no more than thirty pages and a small box along side a bag that seemed to way the same, Finn all deposited this into the satchel before prying off the plaque with his knife. He walked over to the black and white box before quickly depositing it as well along with what looked like bottles of rum, six in total not counting what was in the box. He would look these over later. Finn walked towards the door only for it to open quickly, before him stood Grisha. Finn quickly walked over to her before handing her over the maps.
"Captain, here are some maps that were on the table and any notes that looked important"
Grisha quickly looked Finn over before seeing his still bleeding slashes across his chest and possibly his back (Doesn't see the one on the back) along with a bullet graze.
"Grob Finn forget about that lets get you to the healers" she looked over to Buster and the two lizard women that Finn found or were twins, Candy and Cindy along with the second shark from two months ago Anchor was his name, before quickly dishing out orders.
"Bring everything of value or important back to my quarters, along with any rum or alcohol the rest you all can have, I'll take Finn to the healer" and with that she walked off with Finn.
Twenty Minutes later
"Ouch, come one Crystal be a lot more gentle"
Crystal a wolf woman, one of the Shamans on board was quickly using regular means to quickly close Finns wounds before using her healing powers to do a better job, none of this was not painless and Finn new that but it didn't stop him from grunting in pain. Crystal quickly finished with the stitches before slapping Finn on the back before continue the processes
"Ooo the Big bad Pirate is in pain, you wouldn't be in pain if you went with the simple and easy route!"
"You know I would never get stronger if I took the easy way out I need to push my self to the limit to increase my limit"
"Got a point there"
"So Finn what's in the bag?" Asked Grisha seeing as Finn seemed to claim some things for himself, which was strange Finn usually waited for her before entering.
"Uhh, somethings that seemed to call to me, I'll show you later in your quarters there maybe something you like, this way we can look at them together and you could possibly answer questions"
Grisha only nodded and not long after Crystal had finished. All that was left was the pale flesh in place of his wounds, scars of his three wounds
"There you go clean bill of health, don't go dying out there" crystal waved them off as they left.
Grisha's quarters
Grisha, Candy and Cindy along with Finn sat around a round table as Finn slowly and carefully pulled out the items from with in. First was the Hand Cannon, the gold plaque the bag and the box of same weight, the small leather journal and the holster last.
"This is called a 1847 colt revolver walker dragoon, or how I like to call it the Hand Cannon"
"Hmmm" said the trio before Grisha reached for the small box with closer inspection seemed to be made of wood with a latch on one side. She quickly undid the latch and inside was six rows of twelve tightly packed together were brass tubes, presumably the ammunition. In the bag that Candy had opened were the same tubes of ammunition.
"Seems that you have a flint lock with special ammo and a holster, the holster also seems to hold ammo, quickly try it on"
Finn quickly tried his holster on, still shirt less with the tattoo on his right peck showing. The holster fit snugly, not to tight that it restricted movement but not to lose that it created a problem. On his left side the gun would be holstered along with a clasps to keep the Hand Cannon from falling out on his right were two leather pockets that had slots to secure the ammo from falling out.
The leather journal was looked over by Grisha before putting it down.
"The journal seems to be instructions on how to use, maintain and repair your 'revolver' as it is called along with the steps of making more ammunition, alright Finn show us the rest you can play with your toy later"
Finn pulled out what remained the black and white box and the six bottles Finn saw a name on the box.
Patròn x Guillermo del Toro
"OF ALL THAT IS HOLY AND UNHOLY FINN CAN I PLEASE HAVE A BOTTLE!" Yelled Grisha with eyes as wide as saucers. To say Finn was startled was an understatement he was terrified she looked ready to tear him apart for the bottle in his hand.
"What.. what's so important about the bottle?"
"Finn those are the last six bottles in the world of that, I'll give you Cindy and Candy for one!"
"Wait what the Hell!" Yelled both Girls before Finn handed her three of the bottles.
"Captain you can have these three I don't drink but I like the bottle design and I keep what's ever in the box and the box itself"
"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" She yelled while cradling the bottle like a new born baby
"I'll just let myself out" said Finn before leaving to his room in order to better understand his Hand Cannon.
With Grisha some time later
Grisha nursed a cup of Patròn x Guillermo del Toro with some ice while thinking about when she first met Finn and the day they gave him his tattoo.
In under a month Finn was climbing and working like any other sailor would after a year on a ship. He was like a spider monkey when climbing.
She also worked on other aspects of his skill level hunting on land and in water for one. After a week Finn had helped the crew hunt their lunch, A Large great white. They had eaten heartY that night, anything that wasn't eaten was turned into jerky. He was also given his name, his sea name.
Hunter
He was named Hunter after showing his nack for hunting from simple deer and other herbivores to the mighty White Shark they had eaten. They had also given him his tattoo a few night later.
Not all those who wander are lost
On his right peck simple but beautiful.
She took a sip from her cup before looking out the window
"The time he spends with us will be interesting to say the least" she quickly downed the contents of her glass before blowing out the candle, sleep was needed she would think about their next course of action at dawn.
Dawn the next day with Grisha and Finn
Grisha was currently marking up the main map with stashes that the Pirate Captain had on some islands and off the coast of a major settlement, a smart but risky way of securing loot. Finn on the other hand was marking places on interest the Captain had marked down in his travels. Finn also had his own set of maps… his fathers maps. Grisha knew of Finn after a night they spent talking of whatever came up, eventually Finn had ended up talking about his life up to now. To say it was dark was an understatement, but Finn had somehow moved on. However, his WanderLust had never diminished his time on the ship had kept it controlled, Grisha felt it would only go away after he finally settled down and found a place to call home, but not for a while he was only Sixteen and had his entire life ahead of him, he would look back on the time he spent on the ship a found memory and stories he would one day tell his children.
Finn along with Grisha had finished rather quickly as Finn also had skills with navigation and map reading.
"So what's the plan for today Captain"
"Hey Finn? Do you still when that polar bear hide?"
"Yes, but why ask Captain if you don't mind me asking?"
"I know a place we could either hunt for it or barter"
"I would like to Hunt it Captain, this way I could test my strength in combat against a stronger opponent… it would also make a pretty interesting story Captain"
"Well then good, we are about a days sail from the hunting ground so some nomadic polar bears that tend to traveler towards place with more food and enough Ice during the summer"
"I'll go prepare my self then Captain" and with that Finn walked out in order to prepare himself for what was to come
A day later
Finn was wearing a pair of brown leather trousers. Nothing more nothing less. No shirt, no shoes. At his hip was his Bowie knife. Finn looked over towards Grisha before looking back towards the tundra.
"Give me two days, if I'm not back by the I'm dead"
Finn walked of towards the setting horizon as the rest of the crew went below to wait, in hopes that Hunter, their Hunter would return with is quarry.
Two days later (leave the fight to your imagination, but only I know what truly happened)
This would be the last night they would stay, they had heard mighty and bone rattling roars from both beast and Man alike they had feared the worst but kept their promise. Guards had been posted to see if he would return but they had fallen asleep on the job, but if they were awake they would have seen Finn in all his glory.
The crew had awoken that morning to the smell of cooking meat, when they had gotten onto the deck they didn't to expect what they saw. Before them stood Finn. What looked to be white hands going up in down his body made of paint with the occasional red one. His back was turned to them. A large wound, going from his right shoulder wrapping around his hips seeming to end on the front covered in blood. His trousers were torn leaving only shreds of clothing being held by random stitches.
The beast, a polar bear was hanging next to him completely skinned and gutted waiting for someone to cut a piece to cook and the hide set out to dry on the railing of the ship.
Grisha was the last to come out pushing through here Buccaneers before seeing Finn.
"Hunter?" She spoke the name the crew had given him, Finn slowly turned around revealing the front to the rest of the crew. Revealing as well that the back slash ended just above his waist line, it would make for a worthy and legendary Battle Scar. In the center of Finns chest was a bloody paw print that marked he had hunted his quarry, but not without a good fight his face was also covered in paint giving him the appearance of a tribal with a skeleton face. Finn only smiled warmly before looking at his fellow Buccaneers and Captain.
"So, who wants breakfast?"
End the First chapter here is the beginning of a new story. Hope you guys like it. Also here are some links for what the captain looks like in the next chapter I'll leave links to pictures of all of Finns gear and tattoos
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