Post by Rawlin on Sept 18, 2016 0:27:05 GMT
(Takes place after Rawlin's History on his profile app)
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The ocean was calm today and not to wavy. Heading to South city would be a breeze now but he didn’t have that many supplies besides the ones he packed. Rawlin looked around to see nothing but ocean hoping his map was still relevant and compass didn’t fail him. “Man this is such a drag” said an exhausted red haired boy. The islands he lived on were near east city so this meant he had a long trip.
As he approached east city he saw many hover-crafts and air cars, but not a single boat besides his. Rawlin stopped in east city to refill on supplies paying with the money he earned helping around his father's boat club. The city was grand but there was no time for sightseeing now there was still a long trip ahead.
Rawlin packed up his new supplies and readied his boat then started to head towards South city. Before he left he heard people talking about a possible storm coming from the North.
Rawlin readied the sail and started the engine as the rudder was facing forward and sure enough the wind picked up more than normal making his sail boat go faster. A few hours in the waves were making it hard to steer and the wind was making the boat go faster than it should almost as if it would tear the sail.
He was near South city now but the storm was ruthless as it tore his sail from his boat as it was carried away in the wind. This of course slowed the boat down immensely as the waves were now getting to the point that they would tear his ship apart. Rawlin was close and he had a few more minutes left to go for his trip to west city as he managed to keep the boat afloat and using willpower over the storm.
But then it happened, his sail came back at him with from the wind and tore into his boat causing it to split in half. This of course meant that he had to hold on for dear life a piece of scrap that used to be a boat and the bag of supplies that may or may not still be in there.
The storm was starting to let up but not after one final wave crash that sent Rawlin unconscious and lying near the outskirts of South city. The red-haired boy was where he wanted to be but was on the brink of death.
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The ocean was calm today and not to wavy. Heading to South city would be a breeze now but he didn’t have that many supplies besides the ones he packed. Rawlin looked around to see nothing but ocean hoping his map was still relevant and compass didn’t fail him. “Man this is such a drag” said an exhausted red haired boy. The islands he lived on were near east city so this meant he had a long trip.
As he approached east city he saw many hover-crafts and air cars, but not a single boat besides his. Rawlin stopped in east city to refill on supplies paying with the money he earned helping around his father's boat club. The city was grand but there was no time for sightseeing now there was still a long trip ahead.
Rawlin packed up his new supplies and readied his boat then started to head towards South city. Before he left he heard people talking about a possible storm coming from the North.
Rawlin readied the sail and started the engine as the rudder was facing forward and sure enough the wind picked up more than normal making his sail boat go faster. A few hours in the waves were making it hard to steer and the wind was making the boat go faster than it should almost as if it would tear the sail.
He was near South city now but the storm was ruthless as it tore his sail from his boat as it was carried away in the wind. This of course slowed the boat down immensely as the waves were now getting to the point that they would tear his ship apart. Rawlin was close and he had a few more minutes left to go for his trip to west city as he managed to keep the boat afloat and using willpower over the storm.
But then it happened, his sail came back at him with from the wind and tore into his boat causing it to split in half. This of course meant that he had to hold on for dear life a piece of scrap that used to be a boat and the bag of supplies that may or may not still be in there.
The storm was starting to let up but not after one final wave crash that sent Rawlin unconscious and lying near the outskirts of South city. The red-haired boy was where he wanted to be but was on the brink of death.