Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Dec 30, 2012 2:38:24 GMT -5
Nathanael Paul Javert was a rather simple man. He liked his liquor strong and his women out of mind and out of sight. He didn't think it was a very difficult thing to understand, but eh... some people just understood things.... differently. There had been a few of the lady ghosts who couldn't seem to comprehend this ideal of his, and some of the men who couldn't comprehend his taste for alcohol... It was at times like this that Nate really missed being a sailor.
The ghost paced about the throne room – it had tendency to be one of the quieter places there in the Manor. He was reflecting back on his memories of his time alive and on the ship in a fond, yet bittersweet remembrance. Those years had, without doubt, been some of the best of his life. Things here were so lonely though. He missed his shipmates, the feel of the deck moving gently beneath his feet with the passing of each wave, the smell of the fresh salty sea air, serving his country in the companionship of some of the finest men there were to offer...
He heaved a breathless sigh. Everything was cold here though. Cold, and empty. He took a swig from the bottle of rum in his hand. It seemed now that the rum was his only companion. He was doomed to an eternity of drowning his sorrows in the love of it...
The ghost paced about the throne room – it had tendency to be one of the quieter places there in the Manor. He was reflecting back on his memories of his time alive and on the ship in a fond, yet bittersweet remembrance. Those years had, without doubt, been some of the best of his life. Things here were so lonely though. He missed his shipmates, the feel of the deck moving gently beneath his feet with the passing of each wave, the smell of the fresh salty sea air, serving his country in the companionship of some of the finest men there were to offer...
He heaved a breathless sigh. Everything was cold here though. Cold, and empty. He took a swig from the bottle of rum in his hand. It seemed now that the rum was his only companion. He was doomed to an eternity of drowning his sorrows in the love of it...
