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the young boy sat in the dark damp slum that was the brig of the ship he was stranded on, the sun was setting on the horizon, the crimson sky streamed through the latticed hatch above the boy's head. it was afternoon when the ship set sail and early evening when he was caught in the cargo hold, so that made about three hours in this pit. not that it really mattered much to someone who was going to be thrown overboard (after starving for a bit of course), but thinking about time had a strange effect of making it pass by faster. as if the world felt enough time had passed the hatch above him was un-bolted and shifted out of place. and as a hand

Orfeo sat in his chair as usual. There wasn’t much to do aside from think of other things. Being a ghost had advantages namely not having to eat, drink, sleep or do anything really which meant you had a lot of time… too much time… such was the bane of others like him. Forced to go on or simply cease to exist there were some who’s minds were broken by the unending hour’s descending down into insanity even Orfeo had lost it at least once in his prolonged existence. Even now occasionally out of the corner of his eye phantoms of insanity would come and go. Some were memories of a life before his death. Others were

Orfeo stood silently in the small unit that he had rented from the merchants guild at a somewhat steep price. Of course the price mattered little considering the fact that he was a live-... ahem deceased diamond mine if that made any sense. The unit was filled with old pieces of furniture that he had managed to scavenge in the Tao dump. Considering the fact that the room only came with two beds and a small table, and that they had no furniture of their own Orfeo thought that he and Id had done pretty well with decorating the place, well the wallpaper was dull and torn in places and some boards were missing in the corner of the room. Quite wel

The sound of the sea breeze echoed throughout the ship accompanied by the creaking of boards. Captain Horace Javier paced about surveying the contents of his ship's cargo hold "Valson! Is Aaron done checking our speed" "Valson" first mate of the ship appeared at the foot of the staircase leading to the upper deck " yes captain it seems we're going at the correct speed, 6.1375 knots or something" Valson paused for a second attempting to identify what the captain was focusing on "he says he'll be down here in 15 minutes to check the cargo?" Horace gave no reply he only took a step forward and silently drew his pistol from its holster."um sir

Orfeo looked over the guild letter with curiosity though he wouldn't admit it, deep down he was eager to accept his first mission since he well… passed to put it lightly. Though engrossed in the letter his thoughts drifted to Idris the young Ralts one of the many victims of the recent disappearances though I know she's more than capable of taking care of herself I can't help but worry about her. Gazing down again at the letter in his hands she's going to hate me for taking a mission in her absence but I can't just sit around and wait for her, like the guild leaders said we should do what we can "and what I can do is collect debts" focusing on