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"damn"
Eyes the colour of the sea and sky peered over the dock.
Sure the necklace hadn't had any sentimental value, but the sapphire that had been in it must have been worth a small fortune...
oh well, no matter.

He sighed softly, toying with a peice of golden hair for a moment before moving away from the edge, boots clicking gently.

He stretched a lean leg out, laying down upon the dock.
Didn't his crew know time was precious? so slow...

or maybe he was just impatiant, god knew...

he groaned softly, running a hand over his silky blond hair, managing to lose his hat in the process, which he did on a daily basis, they were cheap anyway.

The wind caught the sash about his hips, and he watched the end flutter gently, sitting up again, necklaces jingling pleasantly.

For a moment he toyed with his earring absently, turning his head to watch people walk by, no guards yet, good good, he would rather not have to pull an escape on a half prepared ship today.

He stood, giving his hair a small flick, shouting something to his crew for them to hurry up.

"fools" he mumbled, gently tapping the patch over one eye, tapping a foot on the ground before moving to take the flask at his hip from its place, drinking deeply from it in an attempt to sooth his nerves, no use blowing up on the damn fools, even if it was their fault they weren't moving faster...

He cast another wary glance at the port's roads, wondering if anyone had even noticed them, or if they just didn't care in this town, about more...shady, people being about...

Well it was no matter to him anyway.

He paused, looking up, the softest golden glow flitting there.
"must have drank more than I thought" he mumbled, reaching up with one hand, ready to catch the strange object.
"what is this..."

and oddly, he could have sworn he heard a soft voice repling to him...



"W-what the, d-dear god!"
A sharp gasp of breath was taken as the strange object lit upon his hand, a strange tugging pain binding him.

Small tendrils of gold crept about him, and with them come a soothing numbness.

Struggle!

Struggle...

calm...

but still, a soft tugging at his limbs, what was that, a voice?

"not a curse.

A blessing"



Eyes fluttering open, blue as the sea and sky.

"...where am I...

it reeks of blood..."

Stumbling, blond hair obscuring his vision.

"so sorry to do this to you, but it seems I have some unfinished business"

blue blue eyes shifting, orange now.
He tossed his head, blue again.

"my apologies, ghost of whomever, but I'm afraid this is still my body" he looked around slowly, towards the grave he had landed upon.

What was that?
a mask?
a bit stained with blood...

it would do.
he nuzzled his way into it.

"if you're going to bother me, at least tell me your name boy" he thought to himself.

the other voice in his head paused.

"my name was Chopin. and you are...?"

The red stag smirked, trotting off as he got the hang of his new legs, coat of crimson flowing gently behind him.

"Amsden.

CAPTAIN

Amsden"

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