marco looked around silently, watching over both the other travelers on the ship's deck and the horizen, anxious to reach port. "OI!! get down from there!!" yelled the sailor in the crows nest at marco who was seated on top of the mast at the front of the ship. he sighed at being disturbed and stood, never looking across at the sailor. he held out his arms to his sides like a large cross, he fell forward, kicking off at the last second. he landed softly in a pile of tarp and rope a second later. he slowly walked away from the, now flater, pile and walked over to the railing near what looked like a giant snake. barely a thought of his brother in arms, forced apon him by his masters.