Fortune never was something that many people sought after, if not on a constant basis. But this was not the case for The Tall Man. In every sense of the word it seemed that Fortune would not shine her beauty upon the man. This was apparent more now than ever, given how his body would descend down those marble steps, cascading into sweet oblivion. If not for the fact that the man had already caused himself to be wasted on the cheap liquor from before, he would ultimately be in a coma or concussion after such a fall. But the man had to learn to endure more than most people, and for this he would find himself gracelessly face-planting on the final step, before tumbling in the air counter-clockwise and landing square on his back. His mouth hang open, a splash of water being just enough to wake the man from his slumber. He would snore loudly, signalling that he was not dead, despite the massive nosebleed pouring from his nostrils at this particular moment. He was not in a hurry to do anything or go anywhere, because it would appear that at this time the man had wasted time.
See, he simply had one goal in mind. Rule the New World. He didn't want to even bother with the currently known blues, what would be the point? There were too many upstarts here, and it acted like a pirate breeding ground. He didn't care much for fame and glory, though they were nice bonuses for a man of his stature. See, he could of easily had a fine life, being one of the more financially stable pirates, hell if he played his cards right he could of been inducted to be a personal body-guard for a world noble, life being set at that point. But these things provided him with no interest and he was charismatic. Not caring about the woes of the world or the people in it. Slaves didn't matter to him, if he ever found one he'd simply allow them into his crew. Because why? Because a crew was surely the one thing above all else that he happened to need. To bad however that he didn't have one. Thus with no crew, no money, and no fame, he simply accepted the fact that he had nothing besides the clothing on his back. Which bothered him.
See, he simply had one goal in mind. Rule the New World. He didn't want to even bother with the currently known blues, what would be the point? There were too many upstarts here, and it acted like a pirate breeding ground. He didn't care much for fame and glory, though they were nice bonuses for a man of his stature. See, he could of easily had a fine life, being one of the more financially stable pirates, hell if he played his cards right he could of been inducted to be a personal body-guard for a world noble, life being set at that point. But these things provided him with no interest and he was charismatic. Not caring about the woes of the world or the people in it. Slaves didn't matter to him, if he ever found one he'd simply allow them into his crew. Because why? Because a crew was surely the one thing above all else that he happened to need. To bad however that he didn't have one. Thus with no crew, no money, and no fame, he simply accepted the fact that he had nothing besides the clothing on his back. Which bothered him.
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