Here he was. In the middle of Tundra with men behind him ready to move on from this place. It wasn't easy at all for him to recruit the few men he had, many people of Tundra were scared of change. Truth be told they hardly had a reason to be scared of anything but it is what it is. Above the group of men Emerarudo and Rubi flew, enjoying the breezes as they soared through the wind. Kai often wondered how they could enjoy the coldness but he remembered that the skies were different than the lands. "John better be done by the time we get there, I wanna leave already." Malachai chuckled. He was right, John had a few days to get the ship ready and he was sure that with the amount of men he had to work for him the ship would be done. John made it seem that way at least. "If anything we'll probably have to wait another day, but that's fine. Rubeck isn't going anywhere." Jafar sighed and placed his over his shoulders, his hands connecting and making a headrest. The large group were walking to the other side of Tundra, closer to where Lord Fincher was. It may have seemed logical for him to just go to house Fincher before leaving, but he didn't want to take more men than his ship could handle, John said it wouldn't be a warship after all. The snow beneath their feet crunched as they walked through a snowy dessert. This was where the Zuku tribe attacked Ataru and himself, he was sure they wouldn't try their luck this time. Soon they'd reach John. Word Count: 278/1,500 |
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