<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Deshco Corran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Approaching the ship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Whoever catches him<br/><hr/><br/>Shit! Deshco muttered under his breath as he peered around the building. There were guards stationed around the port, and the ship he wanted to board was preparing to leave. It didn't help that he had pissed off one of the local merchants the night prior by winning all his gold, and now he was being hunted down. Before that, he had heard of the Rising Sun, of her female captain and mixed crew. Everything he heard, meant to sound discouraging and as a put-down to the captain and crew, was enough to make him want on the ship to get away from the main land. He had been born continents away, and his first journey on the sea still lingered with him.<br/><br/>Now, he had to get through guards and get to the ship's captain. That should have been the easy part. He started to walk around the corner, pulling up his cowl and his cloak hood, before a sword point poked into his back. "Where do you think you're going, thief?" came a gruff voice behind him. He closed his eyes and turned slowly, flexing his hands in preparation to flick out his Tier Dran and draw his falchion. For the last time, I am no... he didn't get to finish his defense before the guard lunged at him. Deshco had just enough time to knock the blade back with his vambrace, flicking his wrist to spring open his Tier Dran and slam his palm into the man's chest. The action sent his blade into the man's heart, and the jerking out of the blade ensured he was dead before he hit the ground. Another movement of his hand and the blade retracted along his forearm, and he moved quickly before anyone could see what had happened.<br/><br/>Deshco managed to get into a small group of people walking towards the docks, dodging a couple of guards who ran past to see what the commotion was about behind him. Gently pushing through the crowd, he started to pick up his speed, before a guard caught sight of him. Shit, shit shit shit! he exclaimed before sprinting towards the edge of the dock. An arrow shot past, and he jumped for the water after getting some height on some stacked crates. His dive was flawless, and he knifed under the water. He swam for the belly of the ship, surfacing just as his lungs started to burn for air. He looked around, pulling down his cowl so he could breathe better, and moved to remain out of sight. He swam around the ship until he found the anchor rope, then started to climb slowly up until he came to the siding of the ship. He pulled out his climbing spikes, and hooked onto the wood of the ship while he watched, trying to find the captain, or someone who looked like they were in charge.