I like my warm weather, thanks. >>;;

( So cool~ Is this stuff real? )

Seriously? I'm gonna be a super hero~?!
I need a cool name then... ._.;;

Hey! I got the same thing as Alfred!

This is what you got, right, Alfred?

So the uke is the top, right?

( Meme )

Location: Tortuga / First Peter's old home then the grave yard
Event for: Peter Kirkland and Arthur Kirkland
Time: Sundown

The sun was rather low in the sky. He couldn't wait to see his mother again... of course... he felt bad that he didn't have much to bring her. It was probably better than nothing though. Oh, he could just imagine the look on her face when she saw he brought his father back with him. It was only a few minutes between walking from the docks to his old home. As they approached however... it wasn't the simple shack he remembered. It had a lack of life to it, the paint on it already chipping away as if he'd been gone for decades, the door itself barely holding onto the hinges and the windows boarded up. If his mother still lived there then it would give him more motivation to get her out, but it was possible she was living with a friend now that could take care of her.

He approached the porch carefully, dragging the broken door open as he made his way in. "...Mother--?" A woman gasped. turning to face him. "Abigale!" This one of his mother's few, but good friends. They were very much alike in many ways, but there was no time for looking back. "...Peter...? What are you...? You're not suppose to be here..."

"...What...? Of course I am... this is my home... and where's mother...?"

"...Peter... I'm... collecting her things... she's... not here anymore."

"...Is she living with you...? Or maybe Emily? Or--"

"No Peter..." she sighed "...You remember the house she showed you? The one she grew up in as a little lass? She's... staying up there."

"Oh... Well... okay then. It was good seeing you, Abigale--!"

"She wanted you to have this Peter... I have to get home, alright? ...Be careful dear..." she handed him an object wrapped in a piece of cloth before giving his cheek a kiss and leaving him in the small house, and for a short moment he wanted to get into the cloth to see what was being hidden by it when he remembered his father waiting for him. He didn't make him wait any longer. "She's not here anymore. She's living up the hill now!" He rushed out of the old shack where he'd spent his childhood, a big grin on his face as he came closer to the building which seemed even more aged, not noticing that there was something new under the tree they use to play under, besides the swing of course... One thing was for sure though... She wasn't inside that house.

Name: Peter Kirkland
Age: 12
Occupation: Lookout
Relatives: Mother sent him away as soon as he turned nine and his father had left long before his birth.

For the first half of his life Peter lived with his mother, being rather content with how they were constantly moving and well... what she was never seemed to irritate him either. Besides, he never had to meet the his mother's customers or anything like that. She always kept him away from such things in order to protect him. This happy lifestyle ended short for him when he hit the age of nine. His mother could no longer care for him, neither financially or physically. It wasn't that Peter misbehaved or was a handful. She was just getting too sick, too weak, and with lack of money to afford a doctor and attempt to save her she knew she had to let go and let him grow up. And what better way was there than on the sea? The first chance she was given she sent him off. Of course... it took a lie to get him to leave, but by the time he realized he wasn't seeing her again he could emotionally handle it. His plan until then was to make a fortune so he could live comfortable with his mother. He didn't want to see her subject to such fowl things anymore. That was no way for a woman to live and his mother was higher than that. That was his goal. He was sticking to it. There were so many ways to do it. He started out as an assistant to a merchant and slowly he worked his way to Tortuga. Being there for much too long (to him at least) he's now ready to step up to something more challenging and make what he can to ge back to his mother and support her.

[Just wait. >3]

The freshman waited impatiently for his roommate to arrive. Yao... so he was rooming with an asian boy? The blond was still slightly disapointed that he didn't get to share the room with his best friend, Raivis. But hopefully, if there was any mercy the other would be similar to him so he could still do things like... well... play his games. If the other didn't like that.. then well... there would be problems. Definitely.