Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Nov 29, 2019 16:37:24 GMT -8
Fisherman for a Day| 1 Star Mission (2000 Words Requirement)- The South City Fisherman’s Association is on strike! The South City Canneries needs fish to keep coming in if it wants to stay in business. So what does that mean, good adventurer? They need YOU to go out there and get fishing! With a group or alone, it doesn’t matter. Just bring in that fish!
It had been rather nice and peaceful for the past few days. There had been threats of a coming storm but one never came.
There was a nice comfortable sea breeze. The bittersweet air swept over the port and over the streets nearby. Everyone could smell it; it was a nice salty smell, reminded everyone of a nice beach, of sunny days, and of hanging out on the sand as a cool breeze kept the area fresh while a warm sun and a clear sky kept the area warm, it was the perfect atmosphere for a swim, not too hot, not too cold, just right. There was a lot of activity out on the docks. The fishing boats were all decked out, their supplies were replenished, the boats were refueled, and the crab boats were ready to go, the fishing boats for deep sea fishing were ready to go, or at least the captains were. The owners of the canneries in South City were urging them to go, but not a single boat was leaving the dock.
There was a buzz in the air; a tension that one could cut with a chainsaw. The workers, the fishermen, all of the members of the South City Fishermen Association who manned the boats, had gone on strike due to wanting increased pay due to the dangerous nature of their work. One rogue wave could capsize a fishing boat, especially out in the rougher seas where the crab boats were hauling thousands of pounds of fresh deep sea crab to sell in the South City Market.
It was because of sheer happenstance, that one of the high ranking members of the South City Canneries was wandering the dock when disaster was avoided. Vidar had been wandering the dock; it was open to the public, for the most part, as long as they did not interfere with the official duties of the fishermen nor got themselves in trouble doing something silly, like attempting to run off with one of the fishing boats. The yellow eyed cyborg was examining the display of the largest fish ever caught by one of the boats - it was not the actual fish, that had been sold ages ago, rather it was a representation of the fish, a lifelike model created by a local artist - when the commotion started.
There was yelling, shouting, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, runaway truck!"
The truck was old, and the parking brake had slipped. It was rolling down the hill, with no driver, toward one of the docked fishing boats, picking up speed as it rolled down the hill. Fishermen, members of the public, all dove out of the way of the runaway vehicle.
Vidar put himself in the path of the vehicle and threw his shoulder into it. The car's front was totaled. The hood was twisted and warped, the engine block was ruined, and smoke poured out from under the twisted hood, but a crisis was averted and the damage was minimal - one lost truck as opposed to one lost fishing boat.
"Whoa, kid, are you alright?" The white haired member of the South City Canneries ran over to him, seeing he was still standing, dusting himself off, "How did you, never mind, you're exactly what we need right now. You're crazy and you're strong. We need you to do us a favor," The man explained the situation rather quickly; they needed someone to bring them as many fish as possible. Vidar could go out with a group, or by himself, they didn't particularly care as long as they brought in a lot of fish. With the union on strike, they needed to make their profit somehow to pay their other workers, and they were getting desperate.
Going fishing was not his primary directive, it had nothing to do with saving the Earth. But, it would help the small town from losing a lot of money and possibly a lot of livelihoods. "I'll go." Vidar agreed, nodding, much to the man's joy.
"Excellent, if anyone else wishes to go with you, bring them along, we'll take all the help we can get and you'll be well compensated."
WC: 700
WITH: RIKU
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It had been rather nice and peaceful for the past few days. There had been threats of a coming storm but one never came.
There was a nice comfortable sea breeze. The bittersweet air swept over the port and over the streets nearby. Everyone could smell it; it was a nice salty smell, reminded everyone of a nice beach, of sunny days, and of hanging out on the sand as a cool breeze kept the area fresh while a warm sun and a clear sky kept the area warm, it was the perfect atmosphere for a swim, not too hot, not too cold, just right. There was a lot of activity out on the docks. The fishing boats were all decked out, their supplies were replenished, the boats were refueled, and the crab boats were ready to go, the fishing boats for deep sea fishing were ready to go, or at least the captains were. The owners of the canneries in South City were urging them to go, but not a single boat was leaving the dock.
There was a buzz in the air; a tension that one could cut with a chainsaw. The workers, the fishermen, all of the members of the South City Fishermen Association who manned the boats, had gone on strike due to wanting increased pay due to the dangerous nature of their work. One rogue wave could capsize a fishing boat, especially out in the rougher seas where the crab boats were hauling thousands of pounds of fresh deep sea crab to sell in the South City Market.
It was because of sheer happenstance, that one of the high ranking members of the South City Canneries was wandering the dock when disaster was avoided. Vidar had been wandering the dock; it was open to the public, for the most part, as long as they did not interfere with the official duties of the fishermen nor got themselves in trouble doing something silly, like attempting to run off with one of the fishing boats. The yellow eyed cyborg was examining the display of the largest fish ever caught by one of the boats - it was not the actual fish, that had been sold ages ago, rather it was a representation of the fish, a lifelike model created by a local artist - when the commotion started.
There was yelling, shouting, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, runaway truck!"
The truck was old, and the parking brake had slipped. It was rolling down the hill, with no driver, toward one of the docked fishing boats, picking up speed as it rolled down the hill. Fishermen, members of the public, all dove out of the way of the runaway vehicle.
Vidar put himself in the path of the vehicle and threw his shoulder into it. The car's front was totaled. The hood was twisted and warped, the engine block was ruined, and smoke poured out from under the twisted hood, but a crisis was averted and the damage was minimal - one lost truck as opposed to one lost fishing boat.
"Whoa, kid, are you alright?" The white haired member of the South City Canneries ran over to him, seeing he was still standing, dusting himself off, "How did you, never mind, you're exactly what we need right now. You're crazy and you're strong. We need you to do us a favor," The man explained the situation rather quickly; they needed someone to bring them as many fish as possible. Vidar could go out with a group, or by himself, they didn't particularly care as long as they brought in a lot of fish. With the union on strike, they needed to make their profit somehow to pay their other workers, and they were getting desperate.
Going fishing was not his primary directive, it had nothing to do with saving the Earth. But, it would help the small town from losing a lot of money and possibly a lot of livelihoods. "I'll go." Vidar agreed, nodding, much to the man's joy.
"Excellent, if anyone else wishes to go with you, bring them along, we'll take all the help we can get and you'll be well compensated."
WC: 700
WITH: RIKU