The Path to the Treasure: Chapter 2

''Robert D. Wynn has begun his journey to being King of the Pirates, and he still has quite a way to go. In Fact, he might never get there, at the rate he's moving. He is currently rowing his way towards an island in North Blue. ''

Wynn: "Ugh, this is taking forever. It'll still be another hour of rowing before I make it to that island. If there was only a way to make this stupid boat go faster, or at least pick up some wind. Wait a minute!"

''Wynn jumps to his feet, almost capsizing in the process, and holds his hand up to the sail, staring at it intently. ''

Wynn: "Come on, concentrate shape of a fan, shape of a fan, even something close to a fan will do, anything I can use to make some wind."

Suddenly, his hand becomes an amorphous blob, shifting and changing, until it starts to flatten and take shape.

Wynn: "Yes! I did it! Now just gotta hold it..."

Wynn begins to wave his arm, and the sail moves a bit.

Wynn: "Maybe if I make it a little bigger..."

It begins to grow, and the sail catches more wind, but the fan starts to droop and globs fall off.

Wynn: "Dammit! I can control it pretty well when all I need is a club or a ball, or even changing my whole body into something that can stand, but I'm so bad at details. I gotta train more if I want to be a great pirate someday."

''Without him noticing, the wind picks up, and Wynn has started to drift towards the island. He drops to his seat, again shaking the boat.''

Wynn: "Whoa! Ok, first things first, I gotta find a shipwright that will join my crew before I go to another island. *He looks over the side into the water* And hopefully one that can swim."

''Shortly after, he arrives at the docks on the island. "Okay," he thinks to himself, "gotta keep a low profile for right now, I don't need to be attacked or run out of town before I even do anything." He puts his bandana and his sheathed dagger in his bag, and makes his way into town. ''

Wynn: "Hmm...where is a good place to look for a shipwright? Excuse me, sir, is there a shipyard in this town?"

Man: "Sorry young man, there's no shipyard. But there if there's a shipwright in town, he's probably at the bar down the road. It's about a mile that way."

Wynn: "Thank you sir, I appreciate it."

Chapter 2 - End