Don't Rock the Boat

[Kotone]

A loud thud could be heard as somebody kicked a bunch of wood. A young female was out in a clearing. Her grandfather had wanted Kotone to build a boat by hand; not using any Justus’s either. So far the boat, or what didn’t even look like a boat, wasn’t coming along so well. She said “Why in the world did he want me to build a boat by hand, I don’t even understand the meaning of it.”

She threw the little carving tool she had been using it off to the other side of the clearing as she kicked the boat again, only to cry out in pain as she ended up stubbing her toe.  She glared at the boat, saying “I hate you, you stupid boat!!” With that she sat down and she huffed as she stared at the ground. She sat there for a couple of seconds and then her eyes looked up at the sky. She watched the leaves as they danced in the wind that had started to blow. She closed her eyes and just listened as animals ran back and forth, chattering as they did.

She sat there for several more minutes and she finally decided to get up. She walked over to the other side of the clearing and as she reached the other side, she bent down and picked up the carving tool she had been using. She stared at it, taking a deep breath as she stood back up. She said “I guess I better get back to work and try to make this thing look halfway decent.”

As she made her way back to the boat, her stomach growled and she chuckled. She said “Alright, not getting back to the boat. I’m going to get something to eat then.” She set the tool down on the boat and got out a little bag from the other side and she sat down. She pulled out some food and something to drink and she started to eat. About half an hour later, she was finished eating. She smiled as she stood up, stretching and she went and started to get back to work on the boat.

[Camillo]

The ocean waves were calm and placid but the mist ahead was blinding. The blond shinobi sat at the very edge of his make shift boat waiting to reach the shore line. Camillo had been sitting on the boat for two days and three nights hardly moving. He had eaten cooked fish the past few days and he was sick and tired of it. He is a prince, after all and living in such impoverished condition like peasants was incredible humiliating. Camillo stuck his had in the water lazily, moving it back and forth in a circular motion, he felt the icy cold water slowly numb his hand.

But it was in the nebulous scene that abstract shapes were slowly coming into focus. "Finally, Shore." The Prince smiled his devilish smile as the boat steadily made its way forward. But the closer he got the more the area became visible. Camillo was drifting into a small home port. Standing up he laughed at the next visible thing it was some kind of badly mad and poor excuse of a boat. The icy winds began to blow from the north and with not much other options available he had to port here.

As soon as the boat hit shore Camillo took off as quick as lightning to find some kind of animal to cook up. Wasting no time at all he found some kind of game hen living in the forest. As he brought the dead animal back to the shore ready to cook it, Camillo decided to break off pieces from the other boat to build and stoke a fire. A few minutes cooking his meal he the blond shinobi saw a person approaching.