RED HOOD PIRATES
Bogard Sunny x Loguetown
It hadn't been long before the shallow space of his sleep had invited the fantasy. The island with the titanic white stoned angel and fluttering doves. The man whose face he never sees.
His face turned ever-so-slightly as if reacting to feeling his presence, but as usual Bogard woke himself up before the unknown could reveal itself. It felt wrong for some reason. So he forbade himself from ever looking upon that vision’s face. Too afraid of what might happen.
Reluctantly he opened his eyes and tossed aside the dirty sheets to the opposite corner beside him. He watched it land in a mess of folds before sitting up right and looking towards his shaky flesh-hand with calm. It was frustrating when the dream reared its mystic head. Rare as it was, it usually left Bogard thinking about his own amnesic past.
He smirked at the sad truth of the matter. His hand was factual proof that he still feared something out in the great blue. It was a minute of serious reflection that brought enough composure for him to return to his crew. Hopefully they were still around because deep down that prodding in his stomach was still there.
I’d rather be with them, he snickered, quickening his steps towards his elder comrades.
As he came out onto the deck he noticed they were still there, the both of them were several heads taller than him; making him seem the runt of the litter when next to them.
The gleam of his metal arm blinded his peripheral forcing him to search out his red-cloak and don it. “Change of mind guys, let’s head out together, okay?” His arm slid through the narrow sleeve, the other mimicking the motion soon afterward. “Loguetown is known for its legends. Why not see if fate has some grand opening planned for us as well. Afterall I plan on ripping the crown from Luffy, what better way to throw my name into the gauntlet than something big happening here.” His eyes gleamed a smile in place of his mouth.
The moment they had stepped into Loguetown a whirling alarm bellowed from four megaphones atop a tall pole. It resounded throughout the town, rushing citizens to wherever they were thinking of retreating to. It held a meaning that Bogard had decided to ignore sense it wasn't important to his eventual king-hood.
A man nearly brushed into him, instead the scrawny adult barely missed and squeezed his way through the barricade of bodies.
Bogard didn't hesitated in his steps, only looked around in confusion as he continued forth. The bowels of the town grew congested as he ventured even those small steps towards the center of the island. He growing very tempted to scale the buildings with his mechanized hand and walk the roofs.
His face turned ever-so-slightly as if reacting to feeling his presence, but as usual Bogard woke himself up before the unknown could reveal itself. It felt wrong for some reason. So he forbade himself from ever looking upon that vision’s face. Too afraid of what might happen.
Reluctantly he opened his eyes and tossed aside the dirty sheets to the opposite corner beside him. He watched it land in a mess of folds before sitting up right and looking towards his shaky flesh-hand with calm. It was frustrating when the dream reared its mystic head. Rare as it was, it usually left Bogard thinking about his own amnesic past.
He smirked at the sad truth of the matter. His hand was factual proof that he still feared something out in the great blue. It was a minute of serious reflection that brought enough composure for him to return to his crew. Hopefully they were still around because deep down that prodding in his stomach was still there.
I’d rather be with them, he snickered, quickening his steps towards his elder comrades.
As he came out onto the deck he noticed they were still there, the both of them were several heads taller than him; making him seem the runt of the litter when next to them.
The gleam of his metal arm blinded his peripheral forcing him to search out his red-cloak and don it. “Change of mind guys, let’s head out together, okay?” His arm slid through the narrow sleeve, the other mimicking the motion soon afterward. “Loguetown is known for its legends. Why not see if fate has some grand opening planned for us as well. Afterall I plan on ripping the crown from Luffy, what better way to throw my name into the gauntlet than something big happening here.” His eyes gleamed a smile in place of his mouth.
The moment they had stepped into Loguetown a whirling alarm bellowed from four megaphones atop a tall pole. It resounded throughout the town, rushing citizens to wherever they were thinking of retreating to. It held a meaning that Bogard had decided to ignore sense it wasn't important to his eventual king-hood.
A man nearly brushed into him, instead the scrawny adult barely missed and squeezed his way through the barricade of bodies.
Bogard didn't hesitated in his steps, only looked around in confusion as he continued forth. The bowels of the town grew congested as he ventured even those small steps towards the center of the island. He growing very tempted to scale the buildings with his mechanized hand and walk the roofs.