It was in the dead of night. He sat on the quarter deck and just watched over the railing... "He" was a Tall and strange Man, with his menacing armor, Massive sword in hand, and his long cloak. He always wore a hood, all anyone ever saw of his face were 2 dim blue dots for eyes, and the tip of his nose. Just watching, and listening. He never talked, or did much, he just showed up one day at port with a note that read: "Will work for travel, take me anywhere". So we let him aboard, and he has been decent help on board, but in his spare time he just sits and watches... head down, his right hand on thay demonic weapon, and the other in his lap. He didn't look much like the others, or anyone at all. We we're a crew of 94 strong, and we set out to explore. I, along with many others wonder why he is here, But most of us put it out of our mind, and continued on waiting for a new land.
3 Days Later...
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We set the ship down 300 Yards offshore, and we swam ashore. This "New Land" showed promise, but it needed work. There was a thin beach of silvery sand, and lime green grass for miles, towering mountains and acres of land covered in trees. the crew thought it was a good place to settle down, so we beached the ship, and unloaded all the supplies. By late that afternoon we had a small camp set up with scrap wood, and one of the sails. Most of the crew wanted to stay, but I didn't like it. This place didn't feel right... expecially with Him around...
3 Months Later...
It was 3 months later, and the strange man never changed, he never talked, never did anything... he would sleep up high on a tree, and he would dissapear most of the evenings. People were suspicious at first, but they learned not to bother. By this point in time, we had a small village underway, about 15 tents of 4-5 men each, and a hand full of small huts for food and supplies. We didn't have much, only what we could fit on the ship. It was later that evening when the strange man didn't return. Only a few noticed, and fewer cared. The next morning I was awoken along with all the other men and women, that the ship was no longer in sight, there was no mark of where it sat besides a small pile of crates and barrels. It somehow disappeared overnight, all that was ever found was the red flag that flew atop the mast, and the anchor. The flag was ripped in many places, and was discolored almost to a pink.
