He sat in silence with only the sound of nearby waves crashing along the sands. A small knife grasped tightly while being run across the scales of a fish, descaling it with tedious effort. Situated next to him would be two more fish, already descaled and staked against a small fire. To say he wasn't at home here far from the harbor was an understatement, being away from immediate civilization was far more natural to him. In the backdrop interestingly enough was a beached vessel, it's wood littering the beach as it's hull had been splintered open. No sign of a crew remained, though trailing from the wreckage itself were sheets of ice which covered sections of it. He himself sat upon a crate which was marked differently than the ship in the backdrop.
He remained silent, finally gutting the final fish and impaling it upon a stake before joining it with the others. Grasping the guts with his hands, he'd quickly toss the remnants into the ocean and proceed to wash the and his hands while staring out into the water. A bit away, hidden slightly by rocks were several graves, freshly covered with sand and stone each with a blade protruding upwards. As he stared out there was no remorse for the pirates he'd killed as he seemed completely cold to the fact. Closing his eyes to soak in the sounds, an exhale released frosted breath even though it was mildly warm..
"Ég mun aðeins vera hér þangað til ég hef nóg að gera ferðina til baka."
Shirtless, his tribal markings were on full display to the world against the sun's light. The Katai would call the area home for the time being.
He remained silent, finally gutting the final fish and impaling it upon a stake before joining it with the others. Grasping the guts with his hands, he'd quickly toss the remnants into the ocean and proceed to wash the and his hands while staring out into the water. A bit away, hidden slightly by rocks were several graves, freshly covered with sand and stone each with a blade protruding upwards. As he stared out there was no remorse for the pirates he'd killed as he seemed completely cold to the fact. Closing his eyes to soak in the sounds, an exhale released frosted breath even though it was mildly warm..
"Ég mun aðeins vera hér þangað til ég hef nóg að gera ferðina til baka."
Shirtless, his tribal markings were on full display to the world against the sun's light. The Katai would call the area home for the time being.