Some called him a rat. Others, the God of Gold. And some... Well, they were either too kind, or too thankful. God bless them all, wherever they may be. But this was uncharted territory and all business. And business meant he'd be called Captain Cipher.
He gazed about the old musk of the town, wooden and brick shops and worn glass. Children riddled the streets, hoodlums at few corners and finely dressed American ladies followed along their gentlemen, who smoked their fancy cigarettes and scoffed at the sight of the Captain.
And quite the sight he was, too..
Bookmarked by Spectrum723
06 Dec 2015