hey people, this is only the intro but i know it sucks big time, but oh well. 1st fic on this webpage, but oh well...read or dont but review at least. Rated pg-13 because of maybe 2 little words, so beware. PEACE!!!!
INTRO
Three days and nights on this accursed rolling of this ship and the only possible thought in my head, despite the constant pitching motion in this sea of darkness, are the thoughts of a long lost place found in a childhood memory. Remembering those rolling brown patches of soil to the old wood buildings surrounding it built ages before. But those were just old childhood memories too old to relive, especially for a man like me.
Ace Picker is my name and I don't let people forget it easily. Only 20 years old and I had accomplished in so little time then what many had done in a decade. Rock climbing at my leisure and I got around a lot with my job with the Air Force. "Ace" fighter pilot picker was the name known around the force, and with respect. The best pilot to come out of the force and only to be called an ACE and one of the only to play instruments. That is where the picker came from because of my "radical" guitar playing. Hence the name Ace Picker and my record proved it; aircraft carriers, bus planes, fighter pilots, you name it and it now lays in pieces. Most were down in the ocean right now, feeding the hungry fishes over in the Caribbean.
From fighter pilot to crop farmer in a 50 person town, was I going whacko or something? If this ship doesn't stop rocking it is going to meet my dinner. "Land ho!" Bout flippin' time, didn't want to taste the chili beans again, they were bad enough the first time. Getting up and out of that old metal bunk with a worn down mattress, my back became stiff as a bedpost. Where did that man get his energy blowing his lungs out like that? Tell you right now, energetic was not the word but the word strong might put it up there.
Flaming red hair that that was about shoulder length and covered up with a black cowboy hat from Mexico that had seen better days, but I could say that about all of my clothes. From the blue ragged jeans to the white plain shirt, they both were ragged and looked like they had met a cheese grater. Black cowboy boots sparkled in the sunlight as I went up on the deck wearing the black leather jacket to match, the only part that had absolutely no damage. The only thing unusual about me was the handle sticking out of the back of the jacket, right behind the neck. That one unusual piece had taken more lives then any person could know. It was also the only rule that was bent just for protection issues.
My only belongings that I brought with me were my katana, air force jump bag full of clothes, and two cases that held some personal affects. The sword was always clean and I had practiced its use throughout my life. The two cases were hauled up, there was a big and a small one, but both I did not have the feeling to open them just yet, not until I can settle into this place.
Damn, it has been a very long time.
sorry for the crappy start, but it gets a hell of a lot better.PEACE OUT!!!!