Rowing Oaks; a quiet and quaint little crescent shaped island home to a small fishing community and the next destination of the bounty hunter known as Fresh. Now with one capture under his belt – a pirate captain named Red Lobster worth thirty thousand beli – he was feeling a bit more confident about actually hunting down specific individuals. His current bounty of choice was a pirate named Requin Marrazo, otherwise known as the Shark Man. He was currently wanted for terrorizing small fishing communities through various means. Fresh was following up on a lead he had received from the last island that he was on that he enjoyed specifically terrorizing the little island of Rowing Oaks.
As Fresh's dingy came within sight of the island, he could see why this place was a prime target for a lone pirate who liked to cause mischief. The island was rather small; one could almost blink and miss it entirely. From his point of approach he could see that the island appeared to be a C-shape with the inside of the C being a small bay. The shores of the bay were where the majority of the homes were built, though most seemed to be relatively simple wooden shacks as opposed to anything fancy. A fishing village like this most likely didn't have much in the form of defense, and obviously they had absolutely no marine presence. They were almost like sitting ducks.
As Fresh's boat got closer to the only vacant part of the outside shore, he was surprised to see that no one was here to greet him. He hadn't exactly been stealthy on his approach to the island, and he had to surmise that they didn't really get too many visitors. Just what was going on here? "I guess I'll have to find out," Fresh said to himself as he pulled his little boat up to the shore, exited, and dragged it into the sand and away from the water.
As Fresh's dingy came within sight of the island, he could see why this place was a prime target for a lone pirate who liked to cause mischief. The island was rather small; one could almost blink and miss it entirely. From his point of approach he could see that the island appeared to be a C-shape with the inside of the C being a small bay. The shores of the bay were where the majority of the homes were built, though most seemed to be relatively simple wooden shacks as opposed to anything fancy. A fishing village like this most likely didn't have much in the form of defense, and obviously they had absolutely no marine presence. They were almost like sitting ducks.
As Fresh's boat got closer to the only vacant part of the outside shore, he was surprised to see that no one was here to greet him. He hadn't exactly been stealthy on his approach to the island, and he had to surmise that they didn't really get too many visitors. Just what was going on here? "I guess I'll have to find out," Fresh said to himself as he pulled his little boat up to the shore, exited, and dragged it into the sand and away from the water.