Tales of the Bounty 8:36 Part 1

I hate traveling. I have always hated traveling. Farcry makes it worst. There is nothing in Farcry of interest. Sure they have few things that people might be interested in. It is a city built on water after all. Sure they have canals instead or roads, and those tunnels beneath the water. It always rains here though, always.

Everyone drives around by boats instead of cars, and the waves are not simple between the arches and bridges. They are in a constant flux of turbulence and they will crash over the sidewalks randomly and wash people away. People usually die when that occurs despite the long green ladders leading into the canals. Usually they can swim well enough, its the sharks and squids that kill them, especially at night. I hate walking along the open canals.

The simple atmosphere of this forsaken city is produced by its many unlawful undertones. If Deadwood were still around and not a massive chemical plant, it would tremble in the presence of Farcry. There are lights everywhere above the water, casinos, clubs, and bars as far as the eye can see. The skyscrapers or as these affectionate citizens call them the "Scrapers" are the only the dark objects in the city. They look like big bullies in the gloom.

I can't leave town tonight, all the trains have stopped arriving and leaving. Normally I would be in and out, but for the first time in all my visits here the trains have stopped. This place is a dungeon without them.

Luckily, there are plenty of places to drink in Farcry and the one spot I frequent the most on these advertising trips is a bar near the edge of the Falls called Zen's Grill. It is a friendly dive, and most of the bars in Farcry are dives but most are far from friendly. Go to the wrong place in this town and you will get cut and fed to the sharks. The squids tend to eat people whole.

Zen's Grill is across a canal right when you exit the steel gates of the Falls. It sits beneath a railway for the Skytrain which rattles it every twenty minutes or so. Zens looks like an old wooden cabin on the outside complete with round logs and little streaks of green mold. The roof is missing shingles, and a cobble stone chimney that has never been used sits lonely in the middle of it.

I always sit at the bar. It stretches across the whole place nicely it is real wood smooth, glazed, and clean. The rest of the inside is open with a few tables, a few old games that don't work, and battered pool table. The walls are round logs that hold fake candle light. it is not a bad feeling place. No one dark and twisted comes here either since it is too close to the Falls and the security is too tight. In the center of the city however, there is no law.

The place is pretty empty tonight, usually all the travelers come through here. They are like me, they stick close to the Falls, close too safety. There are a few business men down the bar from me along with a few carpenter looking gentlemen. I do not stare at strangers, despite everyone in Farcry fitting the category of being people you would like to be staring at.

The bartender is an older Asian fellow who speaks broken English in a friendly member. His name is Zen of course and he serves as the owner, bartender, and everything else this places requires. A place like this does not require much. I have never seen anyone else working here. He is a short man with a well trimmed beard and bald head. He is one of the friendliest people I know.

Recently there had been this man coming here that would not speak to anyone, not that I really blame him for this lack of communication. He had a mask on and was darker then the normal pale citizens. Tonight he was not here sadly since I had really desired to speak with him. He seemed like an interesting fellow.

The door flies open abruptly as I am contemplating this lost conversation. Someone had obviously kicked it open. I make it a point not to look over and stare. Everyone else does. I move my beer glass just a little to my right to stare off at the reflection back towards the door. It is too blurry to tell anything specific. I hear someone's boots walking along heavily.

Someone sits down on my right, then on my left. I stare directly ahead. I am almost thinking they are baiting me to look at them. The presence on my right is huge. Something hard taps me on my arm. I look over slowly. It is a giant man with short gray hair and a thin face. He has a round nose and is missing a bunch of teeth. His holding a giant gun. It is obscene how large it is, I can practically feel the weight coming off of it. He has a super large metal vest that juts out in curved points.

"Excuse me," he says in a deep voice.
I turn all the way to him slowly.
"Yes, can I help you?" I mumble out.
The enormous man leans over me rather intensely.
"You come here often right?"
I look around wearily, I still have not looked at the person on my left.
"Yeah I guess I do," I mumble back.
He stands up tall and looks over me smiling at the person on my left. I turn slowly and glance at the person next to me. I am surprised again. It is a little girl about twelve years old. She has long black hair and pale skin. She is dressed in this miniature black plated armor. Like she is wearing a Halloween costume.

"You here that Lilly," the giant man booms to the whole bar.
"We got ourselves a regular."
She turns towards me and smiles.
"Then you will prove to be most helpful," she whispers in a wicked little voice.
The big man laughs a bunch and slams his hand on my shoulder, I wince.

"You better call Sun Lilly," he laughs.
I am sweating like crazy I look over to the little girl again. She bites down on her lip maddeningly so blood trickles down here face.
"Yes, I had better."