Following the Water

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Sunrise; Some point in the late spring.

Killian Jones

The massive black Persian Stallion bore its dark cloaked rider in a keingly fashion. The hooded man gazed upon several ships as he walked the black stallion along the dock of Mysthaven Point. Halting his horse near a mooring line of a ship, the cloaked man took out a piece of parchment and read it in his head. Linebark five, seven to five, Arendelle cells. He turned the parchment over, a map of cells. Linebark five.... seven to five..... He sighed and put a hand to his temple, this was going to be another long fruitless day. "Arendelle.... Well that is just frickin' unhelpful." Looking up from the parchment he spotted a ship making ready to sail. Well, this was as good as any.

He urged his horse into a brief walk once more. nearing a ship called Jolly Roger. He looked for the captain. Now this could be interesting for certain. Mysthaven Point, that was where he ended up. And it was nowhere near where he needed to be. But, if he could find a ship to get there.....

He halted his horse at the gangplank and called aboard. First in Persian, then trying the local dialects. Though strongly Persian in accent "Ahey aboard! Tell me, how much would it be for charter to the northlands for one plus cargo ?" His cargo he meant was his horse. He went nowhere with out it. Where was the captain of this bloody ship anyhow ? Urging his horse up the gangplank Dastan halted at the main deck.

Well, this was a nice view.

[Killian Jones]

It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Killian had been in his quarters, preparing for the journey ahead of them. Traveling to Arendelle was a long and treacherous commute, but if the realm held answer to his search . . . then it was well worth it. Besides, if any ship could withstand the perilous journey, it was the Jolly Roger. Killian put on his hook in its place, looking at it as his mind recalled the reason he had it here to begin with -- not that he was ever likely to forget. It served as a constant reminder; filling him with motivation to kill the dark one and avenge Milah.

He was pulled from his thoughts, hearing heavy footprints on the main deck . . . and they didn't sound like a normal person's. On his way there he heard someone calling out in a foreign language, before having enough sense to speak in English. When Hook stepped on the main deck, he saw a hooded man on a horse . . . on his ship. The latter was the most surprising, that the man had the audacity to set foot -- or hoof -- on the Jolly Roger. Hook was far from amused. He approached the man on the horse, standing in front of the steed. "You presume too much," he began to say, sinister amusement in his voice.

"You see, mate, this is not a cargo ship welcoming travelers aboard." If he didn't know what kind of ship it was before, well, he certainly knew now -- considering the way Hook and his crew who were now surrounding the animal and thus man, were dressed. "So either you are maddened with desperation. Or you have a death wish." Hook proceeded to pull out his sword, causing a chain reaction as the rest of his crew followed suit and did the same.

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The hooded man on the black horse did not flinch as the swords were drawn. He'd faced similar crews and he had hoped it would not come to this level. And yet it seemed that it had indeed came to this once again. "It appears you have me in the wrong then. Or are you not headed north ? It seems that this is the only craft headed for a land called..... Arendelle. Am I correct in this ? Because if I am indeed correct as it appears, then it seems that our paths are intertwined for some time to our destination."

He reached up and removed his hood. Pierceing green eyes drilled towards Hook. "You will not need those I assure you Captain. I am speaking to the captain in command of this vessel am I not ?" Dastan said concerning the swords drawn, his tone was no nonsense, yet his demanor, his calm demanor in the fact of dozens of weapons aimed at him, all of them swords. He didn't even smile or bat an eyelash.

Instead he withdrew a small pouch from his belt, and tossed it to Hook "Diamonds and Sapphires, your weight in this, for passage for myself, and my horse." There was far more worth to diamonds and sapphires than in gold or silver coin. Dastan dealt soley in gemstones, not metals.

[Killian Jones]

It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Killian listened as the stranger spoke of how he had been wrong in his assumption, further explaining that he believed this ship to be heading to Arendelle. He was right about that, for it was indeed where Hook's destination lay. "You're not wrong," Hook said bluntly, finding no need to withhold his destination from anyone. The man didn't intimidate him, nor was there reason to lie. He still regarded himself as the authority here, and was still displeased that this man had the audacity to set board on the Jolly Roger, assuming that Hook would welcome another passenger to what the stranger believed was a cargo ship of some sort.

"Aye, I am captain. Captain Kilian Jones, or Hook you may have heard of me as." He held pride in his reputation; having spent years building it. "So it seems you are maddened with desperation then," he mocked, going back to his initial question of whether the man was desperate or had a death wish. His desperation was certainly something that Hook intended to take full advantage of. Hook put his sword back in his belt, just in time for the man to toss a pouch toward him, one that he caught with ease in his hand. He used the tip of his Hook to open the tie that bound it, looking inside and seeing the immediate glimmer of jewels.

Hook knew his treasure; diamonds and sapphires it looked to be. He also knew such riches were not easy to come by. Hook raised an eyebrow and returned his gaze to the man. "Who the bloody hell are you?" He demanded, for this man was clearly no peasant. Either a highly skilled thief . . . or someone who somehow had access to such riches. If it was the latter, then once again, Hook planned to take advantage. Not just any person carried around this much treasure. He had clearly been planning this journey . . . and just so happened to stumble upon the Jolly Roger that seemed to be going in the desires direction. Funny how fate worked.

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Dastans eyes seemed to sparkle briefly. "You are headed north then, and will take me along yes, Captain Jones was it ? A catching name I must admit. I have heard tell of a ships captain by that name. Legend back in Persia spoke of someone else with the same name. But you do not look him. You look more akin to a pirate I once heard of by name of Hook." He saw the hook and smiled as he spoke. "It appears I am speaking to the selfsame legend."

Leaning forwards on his massive black horse he said to him. "Your weight, in diamonds and sapphires, either or, for passage to Arendelle Port. And we have a deal upon my return here. Agreed ?" He said.

He shook his head as he straightened back on his horse, "No, not desperation, questions, visions, and otherwise drive me this direction. I am seeking my destiny, and why lies to the north is where my questions will be answered. But each day that takes me longer to get there, to my destiny, the more questions I have springing in my mind."

Leaning forwards again he said softly so only Killian could hear "What do you know of a woman who dresses in pale blue with bright hair in a single braid, and uses this." He held out a piece of parchment, upon it was something he had drawn in black ink. A nine pointed snowflake. "this design appears upon the wall in a vision. A woman in pale blue with bright hair, seemingly created it. The answer I seek to this vision, and this image, lie in the town called Arendelle" He said.

When asked of his name he smiled, tossing the riens to a nearby sailor he swung a leg over the beast of burden and dropped to the ships deck. "I am a Prince of Persia, and for now, that is all you need to know. Captain Jones." Dastan said, using the proper name of Killian rather than his recently aquired moniker. He could tell the man was tempted by his offer of his weight in gemstones over coin.

[Killian Jones]

It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Killian continued to listen to the man as he spoke an authority in his presumption that he would take him along, and then went on to say of how he had heard tales of him from his land of Persia. Killian gave an arrogant smile. But then he spoke of someone else who had that name? Another Killian Jones? How disturbing. "I assure you that there is only one with that name. Perhaps you should check your sources, mate," he added, the arrogant smile remaining in place.

"Flattery won't necessarily get you anywhere in this particular case," he added on. The man then went on to assume that the payment was for the way there and back, but Hook was far from agreement in this. Because . . .well, because he was a pirate. He wasn't about to make this easy for the man. "Let's say hypothetically that I accept your payment. It's a one way trip, mate. I have no guarantee that I will be in the mood to bring you back." Besides, he would be on his own schedule and wasn't about to wait for anyone, considering he did not yet know what business this man had in Arendelle.

He spoke of questions and visions and well, Killian was going to paraphrase his own initial words. The man wasn't maddened with desperation. He just sounded plain mad. Seeking his destiny; interesting enough. Whatever lay there seemed to hold answers for him. It was his next words -- or question rather -- that explained it all, as he inquired about a woman with bright hair and dressed in blue. It was enough to cause a smirk to form on Hook's face as he listened to the stranger go on about this woman. "Ahh, a woman. Don't we all dream about them eh," he said chuckling, causing the same reaction from his crew mates.

He clearly wasn't taking the man's words seriously, and just briefly glanced at the image shown on the parchment. "I know many a woman with that description of bright hair. And I don't think you'd want to hear my encounters with them, savvy," he said still with humor as he was clearly implying that his encounters with such women were . . . well, physical. And if this man was in love with one . . . Hook was just enjoying the provoking with these kinds of insinuations. "Arendelle is not just a town," he began to explain. It was an entire different kingdom, or realm. "Getting there isn't easy either." He was merely just regaining his own authority, telling the man that he wasn't going to necessarily let him on just because he gave him the jewels . . . even if Killian's mind was leaning toward it.

The stranger then dismounted and revealed who he was: a prince. Well, that explained the authority he spoke with and how he came across these kinds of riches. He took a step toward the man now that he was on proper eye level and no longer on his horse. "A prince, on my ship," he stated, finding the thought rather humorous indeed. "Should I be calling you Majesty," he added mockingly. Killian was not fond of royalty; of how they expected others to listen to them and serve them. His experience with royalty had cost the life of his brother so many years ago, and it was all part of why Killian had rebelled against any form of authority. So having a prince on his ship could prove to be interesting indeed. "Ran away from your palace to find the woman of your dreams?" He further mocked.

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