This Man Here IS Tristan Marcus!
- Darren /Aerienne, Odyssa, Rodan, Tristan ; Maryanne's Treasure
-- Before Noon, Day 2
by Lum


Rodan put his amulet back on and said "Apparently, Hudson surprised our two unexpected passengers, and this young woman.." He then gestured at the unconscious woman "..stabbed him with that weapon over there." He then pointed at the mysterious weapon which was lying a few feet away. "As for me..." he says "Apparently, I subconsciously found a way to use my amulet to heal your crewmember's injuries, although I don't know how. These two, especially the young lady, are not dangerously hostile, so I think you should not kill them or beat them up. However, you are the captain of this ship, so I will abide by your decision." He then looked at Tristan, waiting to hear what he would say...

Tristan looked at him for a brief moment before walking toward where Hudson was lying, unconscious. He kneeled down beside the man. "Is he okay?" He asked, concerned.

One crewman, who had been checking for injuries, nodded his head. "Yes, Cap¡¦n."

The blond nodded, too, obviously relieved. He stood up, "Are you okay?" He turned his head slightly; the question was directed to Rodan.

Rodan smiled, and Tristan thought his heart had skipped a beat. He bit his lower lip, trying hard *not* to blush. "I¡¦m quite fine," the brown-haired man replied.

Tristan nodded again, then turned to look at the two strangers, eyes narrowing. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" He demanded, his voice hard.

Odysaa looked up from Aerianne¡¦s fallen body defiantly, and stood protectively before her. "Why should I tell you? You are just a whole bunch of vulgar people, after all." She looked pointingly at Rodan, who merely smirked.

"WHAT?" Darren, who had been observing the whole exchange quite impatiently, finally exploded. "*She* injured him first, and you say that *we* are VULGAR?!" He demanded hotly, stepping up and glared at the purple-haired girl, who glared right back.

Odysaa snorted and crossed her arms. "A civilized man would never harm a woman," she stated.

"Why you¡K" Darren started, then broke off when Tristan placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked back questioningly and saw the pirate shaking his head slightly. "Hn." He shut up, still glaring.

Tristan gazed at Odysaa, "On the contrary of what you might be expecting, I promise that no harm will occur to you if you tell us the truth. You are on *my* ship, lady," he informed her gently.

Those blue depths actually made Odysaa a little nervous. She swallowed. "Looks like at least *someone* knows the meaning of respect," she cast a glance at the Darren, who stuck out his tongue. Odysaa looked back at Tristan, steadfastly ignoring the redhead and the urge to beat the crap out of him. "My name is Odysaa, and my friend here is Aerianne." Tristan nodded.

"Well," she continued, glancing at her companion¡¦s unconscious body, "We were just, em, *borrowing* your ship for a temporary hide-out." At the blond¡¦s raised eyebrow, she hastily explained, "There¡¦re some bastards after Aerianne."

"I see," Tristan nodded again. From the look of the strange girl, he judged that her story was trustable. Besides, even if these two were really up to on good, he did not see how the two of them could do much damage when they were largely outnumbered. Furthermore, he did not want to hurt anyone, much less two women.

"Oi, do you think we can trust her, Tristan?" Darren asked, looking back and forth between the two.

Before he had the chance to reply, Odysaa suddenly exclaimed, her eyes wide, "Tristan?! As in Tristan Alec Marcus??" She stepped forward subconsciously.

"Eh, it¡¦s me," Tristan answered, squinting his eyes. "Why?"

Odysaa¡¦s face suddenly brightened with surprise and excitement. "Oh my god! It¡¦s really you, Tristan Marcus, the Prince of Pirates? I can¡¦t believe my luck!"

The said pirate was a little taken aback by this unexpected sudden change of mood. Rodan chuckled. "My, aren¡¦t you famous, Tristan," he remarked.

"You know where the Four Stones of Elements are, don¡¦t you?" Odysaa practically beamed. "Don¡¦t try to deny! ¡¥Cause that¡¦s what I¡¦ve always heard!"

Tristan looked suspiciously at the purple-haired girl. "Well, I don¡¦t know their exact location, but I do have some idea."

The princess almost jumped with joy. "Oh, no wonder you¡¦re such a gentle man! You really are Tristan Marcus!" Tristan blinked. "Actually, I am on an journey for the Stones, too! May I come with you?" She asked, eyes hopeful.

Tristan blinked again, for a moment at a loss of words.

"Another one going for the Stones?" Darren rolled his eyes. "I really don¡¦t understand you people," he announced. Rodan just chuckled.

Behind Odysaa, Aerianne slowly came to. She stared at the scene before her blankly for a brief second, then stood up a little shakily, leaning on her bloodsharde. "What-- what's going on here?" She demanded, looking at her surroundings.

Odysaa turned, breaking into a bright smile. "Aerianne! You¡¦re awake! Are you okay??" She questioned, concerned. Aerianne nodded a positive, glaring darkly once she recognized Rodan. The brown-haired young man smirked at her, which did not improve her mood. "Aerianne, guess what! This man here IS Tristan Marcus! He knows about the Four Stones of Elements! Aren¡¦t we lucky!!"

Not that lucky, the half-demon woman thought to herself. She was in rage. How could she be defeated by that man!! Silently fuming, she turned to the blond Odysaa was pointing at. Aerianne was rather familiar with all the rumors about this Tristan Marcus-- she'd heard pretty much all of them during her aimless wanderings. "So, you are Tristan."

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That's all for now, minna! And, yeah, I know it's a strange place to end this post, but I didn't have time to write more today, and I don't wanna keep other creators of the pirate-ship-tachi waiting, so...^_^x; Anyhoo, one of ya, take it from here, okie?

Ryoko-chan and Raye-chan, did I do your characters right? I was afraid that I'd get them *so* OOC that you wouldn't be able to recognize them! *sweatrains*

Lum (I need to get some shut-eye, I really do...Oyasumi...)