Night had fallen upon the war camp. Sounds of festivities had fallen upon the camp as the moon found its place in the starry sky. There were tents scattered throughout the land of Las Camp. Several different small groups and pirate crews congregated to meet with each other. Sturm noticed something that seemed a bit off at first. There was minor tension, for once the pirates were getting along with each other. They broke bread with one another as family and brothers. This was surprising to Sturm as he expected everyone to be stumbling over each other for glory. Sturm was fond of just watching all of this unfold. It was quite interesting to watch them all drink and eat as if it was their last meal. He was starting to understand what it meant to be a pirate. To live each day like it is your last, because nothing is promised to you. It was a interesting way to live ones life. This was the way of the pirate however. To live on the edge constantly thinking if tonight would be the last one before the reaper came to take you to the after life. Sturm was sitting on a log that had been laid down on it's side to be used as a method of sitting. He looked into the fire that sat in front of him. He pushed his goggles onto his hat so he could see the fine weapon he obtained. He was cleaning his rifle, a newer one that he purchased just for this occasion. A gun metal gray toned weapon that was polished to a shine. He was inspecting the weapon to become familiar with it.

It was smart to do such a thing. Not to mention it would be a shame if the weapon were to malfunction mid combat. Being a blacksmith in his previous life he had a knack for these kind of things and knew his way around a weapon. He named this weapon, 'Hush' because it would quiet any those who stood before him. It was silly to give a materialistic item a name like this. However, it would only create a bond even if it was temporary. He hit the button on the side to cause the gun to unhinge as if it was a double barrel shot gun. He looked down the barrel to make sure there was no obstructions that could hinder the bullet possibly. The path was clear and the tube where the bullets loaded into was empty. The weapon was in a pristine condition. He just admired the beauty of the weapon. He then clicked it back into place and aimed down the sight quickly. The iron sights weren't calibrated. He took the time to tweak the nob to make sure he would be aiming quickly.

Sturm finished loading his weapon, six more shots to be exact. He closed the gun once more, causing a loud clicking noise. Then the lad with the large afro would speak his name. 'Jaden King.' He said some other names but he was not interested in that. Being a nobody who has just started his voyage one must earn the right to say a name. Sturm had a small bounty but not enough to be known throughout the seas. Regardless he knew he had not earned his title just yet. “Gerald Sturm, but call me Sturm.” His voice was deep, that of a massive man. But it was stern and direct. Jaden would look into the flames as they crackled and danced in the night. He seemed troubled and worried about the things to come. Sturm could only chuckle as he has stared into oblivion and mocked it once before. It is why he ended up the way he did. Why he was no longer human in any shape or form. He could not go back to the times before when he had a family or when his parents were alive. He was no stranger to dancing with the reaper. Before Sturm could speak another approached the fire.

A man in a suit approached them, Sturm knew not of his affiliation but he looked as if he did not belong here. However he showed no form of malice, especially in a camp full of pirates that are ready to do battle. Sturm's other bladed weapon rested on his back. “We are not long for this night young-in, We are about to turn in for the night, we have a long day tomorrow. Well at least I am not staying up.” Sturm would say with a chuckle. He grabbed the bottle that sat next to the log and stood up to his full height. The massive cowboy that rolled in from no where. He was not worried about the events that were sure to come, he had already plunged once into the abyss. If it was his time to see the reaper, he knew she would welcome him with open arms. He pushed the bottle to his lips and finished the rest. He did not take a eye off the newcomer for good reason.

“We have a long day tomorrow Jaden and new lad if ye are coming along. I suggest you get as much sleep as possible. It is going to be one hell of a ride.” He explained as he walked into his tent to turn in for the night.

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