Harlock may have been spending more time in the vault, but he was among the group in Flotsams' scattered fleet, he makes his way from one of the little drinking holes that attached itself to one of the fleets as no corsair would be long separated from drink. He was still as sober as a judge, but in a contemplative mood as he pulls a small object from his pouch, making his way to the bow of a ship.
In the setting sun, dark birds would be harder to spot, but he had noticed movement - a glossy wing, curiosity piqued - but not suspicion, the corvids of this world reminded him much of Tori-san, and he wondered how his scraggly pet was doing back home.
Probably eating something it shouldn't be. He places the small object to his lips - an ocarina, and he starts playing a melancholic tune under the golden glow of dusk.
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Date: 2025-02-22 04:35 am (UTC)In the setting sun, dark birds would be harder to spot, but he had noticed movement - a glossy wing, curiosity piqued - but not suspicion, the corvids of this world reminded him much of Tori-san, and he wondered how his scraggly pet was doing back home.
Probably eating something it shouldn't be. He places the small object to his lips - an ocarina, and he starts playing a melancholic tune under the golden glow of dusk.