NationStates Jolt Archive

The shore of India was calm, waves gently lapping against it. The soft sandhills and sandmountains along the briny beaches were slowly pushed bakcwards by the untiring waves. Crabs and calms floated along, ignoring the humans as the calm of nature overtook the beaches, overwhelming it's opponents. The world stood still, oblivious to humans, for one long moment.

A lone sea turtle, a baby, made its way down one of the sandhills, avoiding rocks and stones. It perilously dodged the waves which were, to it, giant. It doggedly moved down, pushing itselft even as the sandhill which it was upon moved, pushed by the waves. Now it sped up, as it went down, to the ocean. And now, at last, in a short time, brevi tempore, it was free, to roam and wander across that area men called the ocean!

But this idyllic scene was not to be elsewhere upon that vast expanse. A mighty ship, no many mighty ships, a convoy of ships, carrying oil. Oil, the liquid men treated as a metal, the liquid men called Black Gold, the liquid that powered an empire. The lquid that could wipe out wildlife.

But all was not not right for the ships, either. Behind followed submarines, Yaforite submarines. Twenty-four of them a Wolfpack by Yaforite standards. Wolfpack #2, to be exact, led by the famed, and fear, Commander Hult. And this being of terror was tracking the convoy. All was far from being right with the ships. All wrong would have been closer.

Wolfpack Commander Hult was famed greatly. His first name was not known, but then, who wanted to know Dracula's first name? He was a villian, a blackguard, and terrible. A man with a reputation of having sunk over 70 ships, the legend was just a shade of the reality. And the legend scared the fearless.

The convoy soon realized just who and what was after them and they doubled their pace. However, by then, it was too late. Commander Hult had scented blood and wanted it, needed it. Thus began a chase across the Indian Ocean.

It was in the southern part of the Indian that Commander Hult caught up with them. Torpedos sped through the water. Commander Hult had been instructed to spill no oil. Instead he blew the ships out of the water. In the ocean, no one was there to here those screams; no one could save them. It was pure evil at work.

Commander Hult was a criminal in every country, even Yafor 2. But only a Yaforite would catch him.

It was a hot day in Ajer, a hot summer day. The sun beat down upon the heads of assembled people, who stood in lines in Ajer's open air markets. The wind provided little comfort to the regular person, as even with the wind chill, it was 97 degrees Farenhieght. People covered their heads and moved to the shade, but that was not consolation. The humidity was stifling, even in the shade. People huddled together, drank water, and did whatever they could to stop the heat but....it didn't help.

A young man, boy really, 17 or so, stood near a newspaper vendor, wiping his sweaty face with a towel.

"Hey, Jamor, heard the news?" the newspaper vendor asked, also wiping his forehead. He spoke in casual tones, as if the boy was a regular, which he indeed was.

"Nahh...what is it?" The boy's face was puzzled, though half hidden by the towel.

"Commander Hult, he's been declared a wanted man for destroying ships that he shouldn't have. Here take a look!" said the vendor, passing a copy of Time Magazine, Yafor 2 adition.

"But I can't take it, I don't have any money!" protested the boy, pushing away the magazine.

"Take it for free, it's a miricle they aren't burning anyway!" replied the newspaper vendor, with a laugh.

The boy nodded and flipped through it to the lead article. As he read, he felt something go through him and felt that was his destiny. It would be awsome to be like Hult! Or, to capture Hult! His face broke into a smile. Heknew he would capture Hult!

As Jamor strode down the docks a few days later, his mind was a whirl. He had been researching the minimum age to join a destroyer over a friends internet line, and had found some valueable information. For instance, someone without a home (a rare minority), could join as a lieutenant or lower if they were over sixteen. He fit into that class well.

Jamor turned at the sound of a voice. "Ehh...Jamor...." It was the newspaper vendor who Jamor was so freindly with. He grinned and ran up to the man.

"What is it?"

"Check this out!" The newspaper vendor gave a piece of paper to Jamor. That paper changed his life.

Join the Navy!!
Many of today's people are unemployed and uneducated! In fact, of this area, most are! We are proud to say, we can fix both of those problems. Just apply at 121 Wabur Avenue, and we will give you a job and a free education, which will follow after you apply. Thanks.

As he read the paper, Jamor's face birghtened up. This was opportunity of a lifeitme and the opportunity he had been waiting for, rolled in one! It was amazing!

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Outside 121 Wabur Avenue
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Jamor swollowed. He was wearing the nicest clothes he could find, a non-raggedy, type of clothing that many people would conisder "rude" clothing, but it was all he had. Swollowing again, he knocked on the door. It opened slightly, then widely and Jamor walked in.

"Hello, why are you here?" said a fat man, leaning back in a cosy-looking arm-chair.

"To apply sir. I am 16, can work, have muscles, and fulfill all the restrictions. May I join please?"

"16? Bah, your more likely 14. Go."

"But sir..."

"Got a certificate to prove it? Otherwise, go."

"No sir, but I am..."

"No you're not. So go."

Jamor left, feeling depressed. But he wasn't going to give up. He would fulfill his dream!

OOC:Incase anyone actually read this.....good for you! For the rest of you, read it!

Jamor tugged the end of the tie he had "borrowed" from a friend. Both he and his friend knew that he wasn't going to return it, but he didn't mind. Moving slowly, he entered the room. The man nodded. Handing him the certificates (which were forged, by the way) Jamor sat down. The man finished reading them, his mouth curling upward in smile. Then he nodded. Exageratedly. Jamor lept up, screaming wildly. He was in the navy!

OOC:Bump for comments.

It's Excellent Yafor 2, keep going.

"Get off the railing, boy!" yelled the captain, Roku Sylain. The heavy-set man walked up to Jamor, grabbed him, and looked him in the eye. Jamor noticed the smell of drink on his breath, an unpleasent thing that Jamor personally hated. However, he had noticed, that the captain functioned well even with drink.

"What's your name, boy?" the man asked.

"Jamor." The boy responded in a frightened tone, scared of what the captain would say.

"That's no name. How about....your name's Rudiv Sodo, that's it! It means Sea Angel in old Yaforite! It fits you. You're an orphan, aren't you? Well welcome home." Jamor embraced the man, feeling the tears come on. At last he was home!

OOC:Short post, I know. Important, though. If anyone recodnizes the name...kudos to them and they should say it!