Gushing winds flowing through the air sending a nice cool breeze everywhere they touch. Creaking of waves striking up against nearby corners causing small splashes to echo all around them.
A dim light shining up from the sky engulfing everything that it touches. These are just some of the things that could describe the scene taking place on this cool spring night.
A night that was like many others. But for some things were about to change. Change for the worst for some while better for another.
Another that continues to blend into the crowd helping the local fishermen go on with their work. Hard work he would admit. But a noble job. A job that gave a sense of accomplishment.
The same look of accomplishment that he could see across his fellow mates faces as they continue to roam around the boat doing their assigned tasks.
And this night was no different. Inventory being taken for the previous nights haul. A few sailors watching over the nets looking for anything that could cause a problem while a group of others stand by waiting for the order to bring them up.
The same group of others that one man could be found. A man that was mysterious to all those around him. A man that has had a storied history so far in his young life.
A bad history that has only brought pain with him everywhere he has went. A history that would always be on his mind. Even as he moves away from its origins.
Moves further and further away across the world to where he is right now. The Aegean Sea. A very long way from home.
A sea that has been kind to him and the rest of the crew so far. Great hauls of fish being caught within the nets. No signs of any danger making an appearance.
The same danger that he has kept a lookout for. The dangers of coming across any unfriendlies out at sea. A real danger that each and everyone of them knew of but still decided to come aboard.
Including himself. A once proud son of the city of Gotham now lost in its history. A man known as Bruce Wayne.
" Alright Jack! Bring her up!"
Nodding his head at his superior giving the go ahead in the form of a thumbs up to the men stationed at the lines instantly Jack watches his fellow sailors grouped by the half a dozens make their way over to assist their fellow crew members in bringing up a vast number of large nets containing fish by the hundreds that had been caught throughout the day and into the night.
Grasping a hold of the line getting into rhythm with the rest of his crew mates with a sharp tug feeling the line going down his hand with unison with everyone around him slowly Bruce takes a few steps back as he watches the net inch by inch slowly raise up out of the water and towards the large boat causing him to witness fish by the hundreds squirming within the nets trying desperately to break free from the piece of net they are caught in.
Fish that he continues to watch squirm on the deck after a few more minutes of helping pull the nets onto the deck before as though almost automatic with everyone else slowly he starts to get into his everyday routine.
A routine to help clean up their catch. To help store away the newest fish to their stock. A messy job for everyone on the deck.
But if only he knew he would eat those words in his mouth. If only he could have known of the boat that was lurking its way towards them.
A boat that instantly makes its presence felt in the form of a large light being shined in his crew mates direction before the unspeakable was to happen.
The sound of gunfire echoing through the sky. Rounds that are sent almost blindly all around the deck destroying everything that they touch.
Shatter the wood boards of the decks leaving only wood shards scattered everywhere. Crew mates one after another mowed down with numerous rounds striking across their entire bodies causing their blood to trickle down the deck as though it was a river.
The same crew mates that he had seen try to get away from the gunfire to only meet their end. Gunfire that he continues to hear as he takes cover around a nearby corner listening to the chaos all around him.
Continues to listen to shouts of different kinds being heard through the gunfire. Continues to listen to his crew mates screams as they are hit blindly with rounds while he ignores the nagging pain in his own shoulder from a lone round.
Continues to take cover feeling so helpless. Feeling so angry about feeling so helpless. So angry about failing to save his crew mates from their demises.
Hearing the sound of the gunfire ceasing taking a quick glance around the corner seeing the once clean deck almost completely covered in his crew mates blood covered bodies suppressing his anger to the best of his ability listening closely as he hears the sound of the motor of the incoming boat getting louder and louder without any hesitation being as quiet as possible slowly Bruce disappears into the shadows that are being provided to him.
With a flick of his wrist as he sends a hook up towards the large boat only to hear the sound of the hook hitting its mark giving the rope a tug feeling it nice and tight glancing over towards the man next to him seeing him already ready retrieving his firearm from his holster without any hesitation slowly the man makes his way after his fellow crew members up towards the foreign boat.
A boat that he can only smile at almost sinisterly when his feet hit the deck seeing the carnage all around him. Seeing what he would call the invading forces getting what they had coming.
A smile that almost disappears suddenly when he takes a closer look around seeing numerous fishing nets across the deck. Fishing nets with squirming fish that only makes his eyes go slightly wide and his facial features harden before with a sickening scream that could be heard echoing through the air he brings his firearm down towards a nearby net and starts blasting round after round into the net sending the blood of fish scattering across the deck.
Hearing what he could hear was orders to check the rest of the boat for any valuables remaining perfectly still in the shadows reaching back grabbing a hold of the concealed knife from his back pocket keeping his eyes constantly glancing around slowly Bruce moves through the shadows closer and closer towards the voices.
Voices that as he hears them getting closer causes him to take cover amongst the shadows just waiting. Just waiting for them to get closer. Just waiting for them to get near.
He would get his wish. His wish in the form of two men well armed with machine guns making their way down the boat completely oblivious to his whereabouts.
A mistake that he would make them pay for. A mistake that he makes sure one would forever forget just as the thief passes on by him before he quietly emerges from the shadows to wrap a hand around the man's mouth while the other drives the knife into the man's back while his associate continues to trek forward oblivious to what is happening.
Dropping the lifeless form to the ground quietly not even bothering the clean the knife off keeping his eyes on the moving away thief slowly stalking after him after just a short distance just as he sees the man turning around with almost lighting fast speed rearing back instantly Bruce sends the knife in his hands soaring through the air that lands clean into the thief's chest sending him flying back first to the deck with a tremendous thud.
A thud that he can hear from shouts coming from behind in the distance had been heard before without any hesitation Bruce charges forward across the deck and disappears around the corner as he hears the sounds of many footsteps quickly making their way over.
Without breaking his stride making his way into the crew's quarters as he hears the sound of the shouts only getting louder from atop of the deck making his way through the darkness over towards the familiar bunk that he has called his own quickly kneeling down to reach underneath the bed with a tug instantly Bruce pulls out a black bag from underneath and quickly roams his hand through the bag underneath his spare clothes.
Hearing the sound of footsteps making their way down into the quarters cursing himself for leaving such an easy trail for them to follow feeling his fingers grasping the desired objected just as he hears the footsteps getting dangerous close in a sudden move Bruce snaps his body around into a shooting position before without any hesitation rearing back he sends a round soaring through the lands clean against an incoming thief's head sending his lifeless body soaring back into a nearby wall leaving a large blood stain across the wood.
Snapping his head towards the sound grasping his own firearm more firmly listening in closely suddenly the captain takes a step back when he hears gunfire echoing throughout the air before in a sudden move snapping his head to his side the man nods his head over towards one of the members of his crew.
Keeping his firearm held up high and his eyes constantly glancing around his surroundings stalking his way through the shadows quietly and up the steps of the quarters back towards the deck hearing nothing but silence.
Silence that for some reason makes him feel uneasy. Makes him feel as though something wasn't right.
And he knew why once he had made his way towards the deck. A deck that was deserted with the sound of a boat's motor getting further and further away.
The thieves had left but not before leaving something to remember them by. Remember in the form of an explosive tied up against a post.
An explosive that he could hearing ticking before without any hesitation he quickly makes his way over towards a nearby edge and leaps just as the explosive explodes sending wooden shards shattering across the water engulfed in flames.
I wonder what is out there?
Making her way from the treeline and down a familiar looking path as a lone woman makes her way down towards a sandy shore these are some of the thoughts roaming through her mind.
Thoughts that she has had recently. If she was being honest with herself then she would admit they had been on her mind for a few years now.
Questions of what was beyond these shores. What was truly out there away from this island. This paradise to some.
Questions that she wished one day to see for herself. To see if everything that she had ever heard was right. See if what she had been told throughout her life was truly right.
Told of how the world was a dangerous place. Told that it was a sick place. A place not fit for the princess of Themyscira.
A world ruled by the likes of men. A gender that she had been told to despise. Told to think of as savages for their ways.
For always seeking power. For always wanting more. For always thinking they were superior.
A mindset that unlike everyone else on this island she didn't believe to be true. Didn't believe that all men were like this.
Didn't believe that a gender could be so one sided. Didn't believe that one gender could be so savage like her mother had always told her.
Beliefs that she would always keep to herself. Beliefs that she would find out one day. Would find out if everything she had ever heard before was true or was just a lie.
A well respected woman for her place amongst her people. A feared woman in combat amongst their warriors.
A truly beautiful woman that was destined to become the next queen of this island. A woman known to her people as Princess Diana. To some known as Wonder Woman.
A gifted woman blessed by the gods with extraordinary abilities. Abilities that have yet to be seen off the island. Abilities that would change the world forever.
The very same abilities that are on full display in a matter of seconds when she comes to a stop at the shores and looks down off into the distance when she sees something floating in the horizon.
Something so small from where she is. Something wooden. Something….human.
Taking a few more steps over towards the edge of the cliff that she is on taking a closer look off into the distance as she watches her suspicious being proven correct seeing someone barely afloat on some board taking a few steps back without any hesitation charging forward instantly Diana dives off the cliff and into the water below and starts to swim in their direction with almost lighting fast speed.
Speed that sends her soaring through the water causing waves to start to thrash against the cliffs before almost instantly she emerges out of the water next to the unconscious victim to only have her eyes widen at what she sees.
A man. An unconscious man floating on top of a broken piece of wood barely managing to keep him upright.
A man that she could see was clearly injured from the stain that she could see on his blood covered shoulder.
Snapping out of her shock repositioning herself to his other side to gently wrap an arm around his waist being as gentle as possible slowly Diana back strokes through the water making sure to keep the unknown man's head above the water before after a few minutes as she comes up to the sandy shores making sure to not injury him any further slowly she lowers him down onto the sand and starts to overlook him for any major injuries.
Major injuries that she couldn't find on him. Although the gash across his shoulder did interest her.
Feeling a hand gently touch his cheek only to snap away cracking open his eyes looking up as he finds himself staring up towards the blue eyes of the most beautiful woman that he has ever come across looking down towards him with so many emotions not daring to even breathe Bruce stares up in silence into her eyes.
Eyes that he could get lost in as he watches a range of emotions pass through them. Emotions unknown to him can be seen coming from his own eyes.
" Am i dead?"
Receiving a head shake in response glancing away from her eyes for a quick second to look around his surroundings finding himself lying on a sandy shore slowly Bruce turns his attention back towards his savior.
Unable to keep her lips from curling upright letting out a chuckle a bright smile breaks across Diana's face as she stares down towards the unknown visitor in front of her.
" You're a man."
Unable to suppress his own lips from forming into a smile as he nods his head slowly Bruce listens to Diana let out silent chuckles one after another as her smile only widens by the second.