The boat docking, the bell rang, a gun went off. "this is booty bay, huh?" he quickly though to Himself, but to no Avail. He had to keep running. He had to. The sailors of the boat he.. Well.. 'hitched a ride' in, didn't want him still alive. He was in a full sprint. He saw the shatter of wood, the splatter of produce, and some bloodsplatter. He didn't want to know if it was his own blood, all he knew was to run. He had to live. He needed to live.<br/><br/>He ducked into an ally as fast as he could, the far corner of it, exploding. "why are they still chasing me!?" he kept thinking. If only the young hunter had his rifle. He'd try to scare them, but it ha been lost overboard whehn he swam up to the boat back at darnasuss. It had been 2 days, and he was undiscovered. But alas, all good things must end, eh? He took another turn. The shooting stopped. He pressed against the wall, to Listen to anyone coming. ...nothing... Was it safe? As he slowly peaked around, another shot went off, this one hitting him in the shoulder. He yelped In pain as he tried to start running again. In all the confusion, he ducked into local umm, and darted up stairs. He began slamming in the last dot. Hoping it was occupied by something other than an underbelly urchin. His life hung in the balance...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>