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amredthelectorDear Japan: I love it when you make stuff like this. Please to be making more awesome oni hotheads/flirts/strongmen/break dancers Riders and less vampire bondage Riders.
Or, y'know. More Tendou Souji. The world needs more of him.
*Ahem* Yes, I adore Kamen Rider. Really, it's one of the few things from Japan I don't feel to be totally overrated. Except... the new one is bondage vampires. Bleeeh.
I'm going to be writing a monthly serial story for my school's newspaper from now on.
To whoever you are, who ever finds this bottle, let me tell you; merci beaucoup. Thank you so very, very much. Thank the heavens, thank fortune.
You, dear, blessed reader, hold in your hands what may be the last words I will ever pen. How I wish that I could guarantee my own survival, but I honestly do not know if I shall live past this week. Yet I am getting ahead of myself.
My name is Michael Rouge Chavaris III, and I am captain of the fierce ship L’Ouragan Noir. I am a thief, by trade – a pirate, if you will. My crew and I sailed across the skies, taking what we can from our fellow travelers. Understand, though, that we do it not for pleasure. It is purely for our own survival, as none of us have the skills to make a living any other way.
Now, I do not mean to brag, but my crew is strong. We are not easy to defeat, and we are world renown as one of the most dangerous pirate crews. This may have gone to our heads, though. We got careless in our pride, and for that, we have suffered.
It all happened when L’Ouragan caught sight of a decedent cruise ship. It was a thing of beauty and avarice – a flying contraption of ivory and pearl. Like moths to a flame, we flew to it, dreaming hungrily of what treasure lay inside.
We never got to know that treasure. As soon as our grappling hooks swung onto the ship, and our feet touched the deck, we were assaulted by men built like ancient trees. I should have known, should have expected that those who could afford such a ship could afford the best bodyguards money could buy. And while I am a strong man, I was a pebble against mountains.
My crew was captured, enslaved by the owners of the extravagant vessel. Those nobles knew they could be valuable as slaves. But slaves taken in battle are controlled by fear, and they instilled that fear with me.
They took my right hand, and my hair, both of which they threw into the sky.
And, if humiliating me in such a way was not enough, they found a desolate island, a chunk of floating rock covered with harsh vegetation, and marooned me there.
I have been on this terrible rock for five days. I am using what little paper and ink I had on my person to write this, and will store it in a bottle that held my last bit of water, which I finished yesterday. I know I must be going mad, as I have begun talking to a small chicken-monkey, one of the small group that lives on the island. I have taken to calling her Olive. I hope I will not be tempted to eat her, as she is now my only friend.
I doubt I will still be alive when this is found. But if I do ever get off this rock, I will find and win back my crew.
- Michael Rouge Chavaris III, former captain of L’Ouragan Noir
In other news, I've been feeling kind of sick all week. I think the stomach flu is going around school.
Or, y'know. More Tendou Souji. The world needs more of him.
*Ahem* Yes, I adore Kamen Rider. Really, it's one of the few things from Japan I don't feel to be totally overrated. Except... the new one is bondage vampires. Bleeeh.
I'm going to be writing a monthly serial story for my school's newspaper from now on.
To whoever you are, who ever finds this bottle, let me tell you; merci beaucoup. Thank you so very, very much. Thank the heavens, thank fortune.
You, dear, blessed reader, hold in your hands what may be the last words I will ever pen. How I wish that I could guarantee my own survival, but I honestly do not know if I shall live past this week. Yet I am getting ahead of myself.
My name is Michael Rouge Chavaris III, and I am captain of the fierce ship L’Ouragan Noir. I am a thief, by trade – a pirate, if you will. My crew and I sailed across the skies, taking what we can from our fellow travelers. Understand, though, that we do it not for pleasure. It is purely for our own survival, as none of us have the skills to make a living any other way.
Now, I do not mean to brag, but my crew is strong. We are not easy to defeat, and we are world renown as one of the most dangerous pirate crews. This may have gone to our heads, though. We got careless in our pride, and for that, we have suffered.
It all happened when L’Ouragan caught sight of a decedent cruise ship. It was a thing of beauty and avarice – a flying contraption of ivory and pearl. Like moths to a flame, we flew to it, dreaming hungrily of what treasure lay inside.
We never got to know that treasure. As soon as our grappling hooks swung onto the ship, and our feet touched the deck, we were assaulted by men built like ancient trees. I should have known, should have expected that those who could afford such a ship could afford the best bodyguards money could buy. And while I am a strong man, I was a pebble against mountains.
My crew was captured, enslaved by the owners of the extravagant vessel. Those nobles knew they could be valuable as slaves. But slaves taken in battle are controlled by fear, and they instilled that fear with me.
They took my right hand, and my hair, both of which they threw into the sky.
And, if humiliating me in such a way was not enough, they found a desolate island, a chunk of floating rock covered with harsh vegetation, and marooned me there.
I have been on this terrible rock for five days. I am using what little paper and ink I had on my person to write this, and will store it in a bottle that held my last bit of water, which I finished yesterday. I know I must be going mad, as I have begun talking to a small chicken-monkey, one of the small group that lives on the island. I have taken to calling her Olive. I hope I will not be tempted to eat her, as she is now my only friend.
I doubt I will still be alive when this is found. But if I do ever get off this rock, I will find and win back my crew.
- Michael Rouge Chavaris III, former captain of L’Ouragan Noir
In other news, I've been feeling kind of sick all week. I think the stomach flu is going around school.
