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[[OOC: Looks like Xaiyumi's started the story...Aw, what the heck. I've been itching to write ever since I joined this thread...]]

IC:

Dr. Eric Church kept his collar up and his head low. Hiding his face behind his scarf, he strolled briskly down the gloomy street toward the nearest bar in sight, cane in one hand and satchel in the other. The cool salt air assualted his senses as he took a deep breath, the stars above glittering gently as the ships in harbor swayed to and fro with the rhythm of the waves. He checked over his shoulder briefly before entering the shady little establishment he identified as "The Stone Cove" by the worn little sign swinging above the door, nearly coughing as he inhaled the smoky musk wafting out the entrance from inside. Careful not to draw any attention to himself, he slipped past a group of burly (and noticeably drunk) sailors and beelined toward the bar at the back. He took a seat in the far corner of the room and quietly ordered a bit of rum from the bartender.

If everything went according to plan, he'd be out at sea before the dawn. His long-time teacher and dear friend Dr. Ray Smith would try to hide his sudden disappearance from his colleagues (and fiance) for as long as possible. If they asked any questions, he was to tell them Eric joined the Navy to act as a surgeon during the war; if that didn't work...then...well, he was to pretend Eric was kidnapped.

He had concidered, in the beginning, actually enlisting in the navy but he soon realized that he wouldn't be able to hunt the world for his fiance's cure if he joined any form of military. He'd have to buy his way onto another ship -- any ship! A whaler, a fisher, just anything to get him out at sea...even if it was a pirate ship...

((OOC: Don't get me wrong--I'm not a supporter of double or triple posting but I just needed to give this thing a little nudge. Is anyone going to continue?))