<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xXcsuTO.png)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Taiga (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=279532.msg13749010#msg13749010)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>South Blue, Baterilla, The Greasy Pudding<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Sunday, 11 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Character Theme:</strong>TBD<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Just hanging out for now<br/><hr/><br/>Taiga had been leaning back against the wall with his chair after a relatively filling meal. These past few days he ended up helping out in salvaging duties - since there was no short supply of people trying to get out from the storms and ending up with their ships getting turned to scraps. At the least the waters around the island and before the storms were calm enough for salvaging operations to recover the good pieces of what remained from the damaged ships and haul them back to the docks. The young man had arrived before the storm locked them to the island, riding a small boat. Shipwrights on the island said it would never be safe enough to become seaworthy again, but at the very least it could be used when covering the shallower seas.<br/><br/>What was worse was the rules of the island regarding weapons - they can't carry anything aside from sticks and staffs when on the island? Taiga was forced to deposit his weapons at a locker area by the docks, which became his frequent hangout for prying broken sea vessels. That would be a story for another time.<br/><br/>For now Taiga was bored out of his mind. He would occasionally get into a fight, picking on someone in the bar to have a decent spar outside. Just by looking at him right now, he was considering looking for someone to have a quick match with just to get rid of the pent up frustration of not being able to leave the island.