Topic: Haunted
Clunk, clunk, clunk.
Everywhere he went,they followed.
They being the sounds of large, heavy thick boots hitting the wood that made up the Going Merry's floors.
Everyone of his softer steps were echoed by the heavy fall of his shadow's boots.
Okay, here, he was exaggerating a bit. His shadow had less time between footfalls, it's legs not as long as his own.
In fact, his shadow was shorter then him in general. Shorter, but broader with wider shoulders and thicker limbs, and instead of his own fine, well groomed longish hair, the shadow had short, spiky hair that stuck out in all directions.
Clunk, clunk, clunk.
It was starting to drive him slightly mad, the footfalls that had become a constant in his day to day life.
It had started four days ago, when a nasty storm pulled in and him nearly to the bottom of Davy Jones' locker.
If it were any other type of shoes, like the gentle sound of smaller, lighter boots, or the defined stomp of clunky sandals, he wouldn't mind so much.
Hell, even the click of hooves would be more welcome then this.
And, really, if he was honest with himself, it wasn't the sound that really annoyed him, it was what was making the sound that got to him.
And if he was really honest, he'd admit it was the why, and the fact that he didn't know what the bloody hell the why was that really grated on him.
So, it was one day that he snapped and turned on his stalker with a "Just what the hell are you doing!?"
"Um… following you?"
"Yes, marimo, I understand that, obviously, what I want to know is why?"
"You might fall again…"
"…Idiot."
Really, he figured, it wasn't that annoying.