Old Times
You remember there being an indescribable fire in Tyrvan’s eyes that had a force of it’s own and moved his body like mist on a haunted pirate ship. Things were a lot simpler back then when all you had to do was follow orders and smash a few ships. You still smash ships, though, but the difference is that they’re yours. You’re not a good captain. Sometimes you pretend that it’s because you compare yourself to great captains, like Tyrvan, Citlal, or your ancestor. After that you get lost in mythical adventures where you join them as a member of their loyal crew. You visit fantastic lands and fight horrid monsters in your search for treasure and adventure.
You get so lost in your own imagination that you hardly notice the waves splashing against your legs. You’ve kept them hanging over the edge while sitting at the edge of the docks. Tyrvan should be here soon. It’s been a very long time since you last FLARPed with him. Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since you last saw him in person too! They just happened to be on the same day, too, but you don’t like remembering that. That’s a bad thing and remembering it usually makes you sad. You really miss the old days.
