- Hyde Garland
Name : Hyde Garland
Epithet : Death Dealer
Age : 23
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
Devil Fruit : Fude Fude no Mi
Haki Level : 0
Hitpoints (HP) : 120
Attack (ATK) : 40
Defense (DEF) : 75
Reflex (RX) : 70
Willpower (WP) : 40
Level : 1
Experience Points : 100
Berries : [ber] 2,050,000
Posts : 71
[Episode] A Pirate Minefield
Sat Apr 22, 2023 8:36 pm
- Name: A Pirate Minefield
Player Participants: Hyde Garland +0
Planned Location(s): Las Camp - West Blue
Planned Time Range: March 15 1829
Summary: It had been almost a week since Hyde's escape, and the destruction of the Black Dawn Pirates. Almost a week of drifting around aimlessly in a small life boat, no destination in sight, no food, no water. It almost seems like the end for Hyde Garland. However, fortune falls upon Hyde as his boat finally comes across an island. However, the island in question turns out to be Las Camp, swarming with marines and currently being reconstructed after FireBear'd's attack.
It seems like Hyde's fallen out of the frying pan and into the fire.
How long had he been floating around in this boat? It had to have been a couple of days. It was hard to tell. Ever since he had fled the destruction of the Black Dawn Pirates, Hyde had been drifting aimlessly throughout the open ocean. All around him had been nothing but blue skies and even bluer waters. With literally nothing else around him, time seemed to slow to a crawl. Even the changing from day to night did little to help him gauge how long he had been out here.
With his tarp long since melted away due to the water, Hyde had been completely exposed to the elements as well. Right now, the pirate was simply laying in the small life boat, having long since lost the strength to keep rowing, and just allowing himself to drift. All Hyde could do was let out the occassional groan.
Was this it? Was this how it ended for him? Wasting away in the middle of the ocean? It almost seemed like getting captured would have been the better way to go. At least there was always the possibility of escape then.
Then he remembered her face. The woman who fought him during that fateful day.
No, giving her the satisfaction wouldn't be worth it.
His eyes closed, letting out a soft sigh. Well, time for him to embrace the sweet release of death.
He didn't know how long he floated along. He was barely aware of the growing sounds around him, right before his boat suddenly jerked with a small 'thud'. Had he hit something? He slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light. He was barely aware of voices speaking. They sounded so muffled. Or maybe it was just him. He thought he could make out some things.
"Who is that?"
"Is he alive? He looks like hell."
"Well, we can't just leave him there! Come on, give me a hand."
His vision was blurry, but he could make out shadows leaning over him, obscuring his vision. Before he faded back into unconsciousness, he felt someone grabbing hold of him, lifting him out of the boat.
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