A cold sea breeze blows easily into the face of the young man. His black hair tossed back and forth across his young sea chapped face. Bushy sideburns and a five o'clock shadow framed his young face not yet marred by time and life. He stood on the edge of a long wooden pier and gazed into the dark blue midnight horizon. The reflections in his eyes indicated his mind was elsewhere.
The ocean churned beside him and he began to sway with the wind as it gusted up briefly. He sat down. He let his feet dangle as he propped himself up on his arms, his shoulders raised high. Behind him approached another figure. Stout and round the man approached at a calm pace. His arms swung as he walked.
More of him came into view. He had a dark beard with streaks of gray and his hair was thinning out on top. He wore a black jacket, the front left wide open. Under his jacket he wore a white and black striped wife-beater. His green pants had evident holes and patches in it and his shoes were simple and clean.
"Here you are. I've been lookin' all over for ya." The man said. The young man awoke from his stupor and shot his gaze behind him. "O, hello father. I just came out here to think for a bit. Sorry if I worried you." The young man stood up to meet his father. He wore a dark brown belt with a skull and cross-axes emblem emblazoned on its front. He wore a blue vest with white edges and a black skin-tight undershirt with sleeves to his elbows. He was a strong looking young man but he wasn't quite done growing. He wore baggy dark blue pants cutting off in his high boots.
"Yea, you need to be in bed lil guy. You gotta big day tomorrow!" the portly man said. "You don't wanna fall asleep at the helm, after all."
"I know father I just couldn't sleep. I'll try again, I'm a bit more calm. You too need sleep, your not as young as you we" the boy was cut off as he discovered that someone was sneaking onto the island. The dark shadow moved stealthily and with fluidity. It proceeded to walk down the main street of the pseudo-town they had helped to build. They both began to dart down the pier, quieting their boots as they went. As they reached the land the large man dashed inside one of the buildings and came out with an axe and a curved one-bladed sword. He tossed the sword to his son and tightened his grasp on the handle of his axe. He was rusty, but he'd show them a little thing or two about invading their turf.
The buildings that were here were large and exquisite. He had come to talk to an old friend, but wanted to go unnoticed. Apparently his wish of anonymity would be futile. He noticed the two men following him. He picked up into a run and took a hard right down the tunnel, hoping to loose them while inside it.
The tunnel was dark but his eyes adjusted well enough. Being careful, in this now constricted space, he made sure not to hit his spear on any of the walls. Hopefully everyone else is asleep by now. He knew his friend would be wide awake.
With torches lining the cavernous walls of the cave-like tunnel, he dashed through to the other side, hoping not to fall. He didn't think it would be so hard to find his good friend. "Nalleo" he thought to himself "wait til I find you. We've got so much to catch up on"