The Green Kraken?
That’s the crew here?
I thought they were just other nature lovers of the BD.
“Oh because I heard about a ship being called Green Kraken and I always admired there crew even though I never met them.”
“With that ship being this ship I think so?”
That’s exciting. So, for now I’m sorta working with the Green Kraken? I like it!
Very nice name, it’s a close second to the Blue Dragon.
There are many citizens in the centre. It seems to be bustling with people. There is alot of noise, but it all gets silenced as there seems to be a young girl that suddenly is floating above everyone.
L: Ahem.
L: Hey everyone. My name is Lucy. If any of you worked in the castle, then you’ve probably seen me bustling about , doing my job as usual. But have you ever considered… why I was there?
(totally not using my mastermind lore for this speech no no no)
L: We’ve all been stuck to this system, this … set of rules. You must be poor , you must be rich , and there’s nothing you can do about it. I’ve been working as a maid for a pretty long time , and all I’ve got for it is a way to live , barely. Do you think that’s right? I don’t.
You hear a couple outbursts of agreement in the crowd.
He listens.
“Something’s off. The seeds have already been planted. Barely paying? Fools…” Falone thinks.
L: Look at yourself. Imagine your house. Now compare it to those in the higher places. They probably do less work than you , and get more from it. Do you think that’s right? I don’t.
The outbursts turn into a constant murmur.
“I agree I look forward to this journey.”
L: Now I bet that coward of a man Falone and his whole stinking family are hiding here. Silently mocking us. They can’t even face us head on. Do you want that in royalty? Cowards. I don’t.
The murmur increases in noise. The shouts of revolt come to their loudest.
L: I want someone that can lead us well. Someone that has the information , and uses it. I want someone that is always constantly looking out , and being the man that the people want. You all know who he is.
The crowd say one distinctive name.
Andrew! Andrew! Andrew!
He’s being thrown up into the air.
A: Thanks, guys.
Lucy slowly descends and her voice can’t be heard anymore.
CW: I’m too old for this.
Of course , it is drowned out by the sheer noise. A couple of kids near hear however, and laugh with you , probably assuming you were laughing at the royals.
I am Prince Falone. Your words have resounded, and oh How True they were.
“Or is it the truth?”