Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34830139-20180709060418/@comment-36129621-20180709075413

''Rags and the gutters was all that Skyes had ever really known. When he heard the prospect of a new life far from where he was, his eyes had lit up. Although his pickpocketing and muggings were fine and dandy, they would do little to pay for his tickets to the Settlement. Which was why, as always, he had a plan.

''It was all too simple. Stowaway on some large ferry, jack a lifeboat near shore, and sail in. That was the ticket to a new life- and it indeed worked. Skyes had landed just in the settlements docks, and quickly made his way up a short ladder up to the mainland. He barely slipped past detection, but no one had seen the boat row up- it was a small boat, similar to that of a paddling fisherman. His hood and tattered bandana down, he looked out of place, but not dangerous. He had made it to a new life, along with his little friend, a rat that scurried up his sleeve and peeked its head out curiously.'' "Look, Archibald. We found ourselves a new little den to play in."

''Archibald was all that Skyes had as a friend. Rats didn't live past two years; he had for all twenty-three of Skyes life. He couldn't complain- he was wonderful company, if a little mischievous. Having lived off of what scraps he could find blending in the internals of a steamboat, he hungrily approached the marketplace, looking for a bite to eat. The ever-so-light jingle of coin in his pocket was the result of one weeks savings. Hopefully, things weren't too expensive in this place. He was dirt poor.''