Oct 28, 2014
mendthebondmerida
meridastangledlocks
in his travels, the sea bandit has wandered to many different lands. he has experienced the extreme heats of africa, the frigid cold of a snow beast, the lush lands of the amazon. now he ventures northward, in search of riches beyond the mediterranean.
here the earth is lush, everything vivid and green, teeming with life. the air is brisk, not quite freezing, but nowhere near the heat of the middle eastern sun he is accustomed to. a whistle pierces through the air, one of admiration as the pirate turns round and round.
❛ well, this isn't syracuse. rat, where the hell are we? ❜