The Marines held themselves upon the island of Gran, where Rout Town a small yet constructive town was created. The island was pretty large in it's size, small mountains and a large forest, with a very large tree on the opposite side of the island that was bent over to one side. They say if it stood straight it'd stand taller then a giant, a giant tree that would watch over them like a guardian.
The Marines decided to place a check point on the island near the town, on one of the cliff heads to get a better view of the ocean and to have easy access to it as well. They crew of marines broke into two portions lead by their two officers, the Marine brothers Amon and Beck Wingston. Beck the older of the two thought it'd be more fun if he took his half and went into town and roughed the town up a bit, to see if there was anything weird about the place. Amon as quiet as ever didn't fight over and agreed to the decision, staying with his half of the crew to fasten the construction of the Marines base would be better spent there.
Entering the town, there was a bronze statue of a man, a hammer on his back and book in his hands. It seemed to be the statue of the founder of Rout Town, possibly having passed away due to some accident but Beck didn't care, he gave a quick chuckle before continuing into the town.
The town itself was bustling around, it's worries about the marines were about little to none. If they stuck around they'd help with pirate attacks. But at this moment this wasn't the case. Entering the small market Beck would ask around about that statue up in front of town. "Oh that old thing. It's about half as old as this town. No one really cares how it got there, but it represents well, so it's all right with me." An old man replied to Beck's answer. He chuckled again. "Maybe there isn't anything special about this island other then it's location" He thought to himself as he and his men continued further. To him the town was pretty bland and boring. They reached a tavern on their little stroll, the marines that were with him smirked toward their officer, while pointing toward the entrance.
"Meh what could go wrong?" He said with a shrug. They cheered before rushing into the tavern, shouting out their orders. Beck followed behind. Entering the tavern, he was struck with the thick smell of booze and meat. The marines took half the entire establishment for their own, putting the chairs together ordering in Becks name. He laughed as he went toward the front table. "So you guys got anything special around this island, we should be worried about?" Beck asked the bartender. The was a short female with a set pig tails, filling up a mug of ale looked toward him with a smirk on her face. "This island got a sole giant on it's hands!" She said with excitement. Becks interests increased. "Tell me more!" He suggested. "Oi! Thea don't tell the marines that old tale, there are no more giants walking around here. That's a guarantee." The owner shouted in anger. Beck had gotten a little sour, if there was a giant and he'd capture it to sell on the market him and his brother could have made a quick set of cash. He started to feel a little tug on his shoulder, as he looked back at Thea. "If your going to look for em, good luck. The giant's been sighted within the forest." She replied, before walking off to deliver the order. Beck threw himself toward the door.
"Men! We are off....To check the towns surroundings to make sure everything and everyone is safe! LETS GO!" He said with glee, the men looked at each other with sad faces, their food which had just arrived they slumped away with the young bartender Thea waving good bye and the owner angry as she lost some customers.
The Marines decided to place a check point on the island near the town, on one of the cliff heads to get a better view of the ocean and to have easy access to it as well. They crew of marines broke into two portions lead by their two officers, the Marine brothers Amon and Beck Wingston. Beck the older of the two thought it'd be more fun if he took his half and went into town and roughed the town up a bit, to see if there was anything weird about the place. Amon as quiet as ever didn't fight over and agreed to the decision, staying with his half of the crew to fasten the construction of the Marines base would be better spent there.
Entering the town, there was a bronze statue of a man, a hammer on his back and book in his hands. It seemed to be the statue of the founder of Rout Town, possibly having passed away due to some accident but Beck didn't care, he gave a quick chuckle before continuing into the town.
The town itself was bustling around, it's worries about the marines were about little to none. If they stuck around they'd help with pirate attacks. But at this moment this wasn't the case. Entering the small market Beck would ask around about that statue up in front of town. "Oh that old thing. It's about half as old as this town. No one really cares how it got there, but it represents well, so it's all right with me." An old man replied to Beck's answer. He chuckled again. "Maybe there isn't anything special about this island other then it's location" He thought to himself as he and his men continued further. To him the town was pretty bland and boring. They reached a tavern on their little stroll, the marines that were with him smirked toward their officer, while pointing toward the entrance.
"Meh what could go wrong?" He said with a shrug. They cheered before rushing into the tavern, shouting out their orders. Beck followed behind. Entering the tavern, he was struck with the thick smell of booze and meat. The marines took half the entire establishment for their own, putting the chairs together ordering in Becks name. He laughed as he went toward the front table. "So you guys got anything special around this island, we should be worried about?" Beck asked the bartender. The was a short female with a set pig tails, filling up a mug of ale looked toward him with a smirk on her face. "This island got a sole giant on it's hands!" She said with excitement. Becks interests increased. "Tell me more!" He suggested. "Oi! Thea don't tell the marines that old tale, there are no more giants walking around here. That's a guarantee." The owner shouted in anger. Beck had gotten a little sour, if there was a giant and he'd capture it to sell on the market him and his brother could have made a quick set of cash. He started to feel a little tug on his shoulder, as he looked back at Thea. "If your going to look for em, good luck. The giant's been sighted within the forest." She replied, before walking off to deliver the order. Beck threw himself toward the door.
"Men! We are off....To check the towns surroundings to make sure everything and everyone is safe! LETS GO!" He said with glee, the men looked at each other with sad faces, their food which had just arrived they slumped away with the young bartender Thea waving good bye and the owner angry as she lost some customers.