<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5zA9G_HrMvY/S9Hh8O3MKnI/AAAAAAAALG8/iuvKDQl0Siw/s1600/brandon_stoughton8.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Arvad Cree<br/><strong>Location:</strong>City->Supply room<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Twilight-afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sneaking aboard/ starting to wake up<br/>Arvad had been working in this city for a while now and had been successfully avoiding his father and the Royal Navy for almost 8 years. Looking back, he guessed that he supposed that his luck would have had to run out eventually. Although, that didn't make him any happier when he opened the door, to see who was knocking this late in the evening, only to find his father staring down at him with two Navy sailors behind him. They were most likely there to escort him should he resist. His father was a giant of a man. Although Arvad was larger than average, he came nowhere near the sheer size of his father. "Collect your things, boy. You are coming back home with me and to the Navy the day after. You, follow the boy to make sure he doesn't run."<br/><br/>Arvad sighed, he supposed that anyone his age would be considered a boy next to those his father's age. "I won't run, father. I'm not a child anymore. I know when I've been beat." He stared into his father's eyes defiantly, not wanting to look weak. His father respected strength and if Arvad was to have a chance to escape, he needed his father to respect him and believe his words.<br/><br/>"Good to see you recognize me as your father after all these years. And be that as it may, this man will still follow you to your room and assist in packing your things." Arvad shrugged. It wasn't worth the fight. He simply turned on his heel and walked to his room. Before he entered, he stopped the man.<br/><br/>"Don't touch anything. I don't care that my father asked you ro help. I have delicate instruments that need to be packed specific ways to prevent them from being damaged." He then packed every tool he needed, wrapped in a few spare clothes, in a single bag. He then exited the room and returned to where his father was. Seeing Arvad leading the man and not fighting them caused him to let his guard down. It was at that moment that he sprung into action. As soon as his father led him outside, Arvad burst into a sprint and rand the opposite way, heading through the alleyways in the dead of night. The dark neither hindering, nor helping him. He took random turns as he headed towards the docks. If he could get onto one of the merchant vessels, he could get away. The merchants were all familiar with him as he made the maps of the local bay and surrounding waters for them. As he reached the docks, he spotted a figurehead that he thought was a mermaid. The figurehead of a friend's ship, La Siren de Mer. He never realized his mistake. At least not until he was too late.<br/><br/>He quickly scuttled aboard the ship through one of the small windows. He landed in the supply room full of foodstuff, ropes, alcohol, and such. He settled in for the night knowing that it wouldn't be safe until dawn. He decided to take a nap among the coils of rope, figuring that the crew, being friendly with him, would wake him. However, during the night, an improperly secured cask of wine fell on him, landing on his back and the back of his head, knocking him unconscious and opening a small wound on his head.<br/><br/>A couple hours past noon, he finally started to regain consciousness with a groan. Blood was dried after running across his face to pool beneath him, by the ropes. The rocking motion of him was somewhat soothing but also caused the pounding in his head to worsen. It took several moments before it clicked that the rocking motion meant that the ship had already set sail. Blood drained from his face. That meant that it would be a while until the ship made port. Several weeks at the earliest. He was still unaware of his blunder.