Sailing North, into the Eye of the Hurricane

After escaping the rigors of his work in Tsundoragakure, Trigon had made it to the frozen coast in which he came. There was of all things and abandoned boat nearby. Who left it, he didn't know, nor did he care. As he approached it, the boat seemed to belong to that of a local fisherman. This was perfect. A well supplied vessel that would get him to where he needed in due time. Wasting no time, Trigon pushed the boat into the endless waters, and began to set sail. The waters were calm and collected. Enough to sail a smaller boat such as this. Trigon set the sail, letting the shivering breeze cast him out. The coat he dawned was a huge help to his warmth. He would need it in such icing conditions along with the mist rising from underneath. His path heading north, Harikengakure was ready for him.

As the man sailed his way to the northeast part of the world, Trigon had no other way to keep warm other than the fur coat robbed from the room in Tsundoragakure. His chakra sealed away, Trigon had no other means to access fire. His chest burned, as the seal implemented the freeze of his network. It made him sweat to counteract the cold somewhat as the fur coat also did its job. His worst enemy at this point was the potential to catch pneumonia in his temporary helpless state. The Viper would have to pace his travel, for he had to make sure 5 days had gone by before setting foot on land. Luckily he had taken the right type of boat to help himself.

A fisherman's vessel, it didn't take long for Trigon to get to work on attempting to catch food for his journey. He would hook and bait his fishing rods and then go to town. There were quite the exotic fish in this region, ranging from clown fish to marlin. The big game was more thrilling to catch, who wouldnt want to reel in a swordfish for not only sport, but for survival? It was a chess match. Man outside his element, tackling water's most fearsome opponents. This would pass the time by for the S Rank shinobi, almost like a small vacation after his victory.

Cigars although smoked, were puffed in moderation, for he had no other way to fully satisfy his nicotine craving. It was that kind of trip, risk/ reward. Before he knew it, Trigon was entering the climate shift. The waters going from freezing cold and into a more moderate feel. He could finally ditch the coat from his body, and enjoy the open sea like one is supposed to. He was closing in on his destination every day.

The cruise by sea was becoming repetitive by the travel's end. The sun offered its tropical feel and all, but for awhile now Trigon wanted his feet to press on land. What was once simple navigation would turn a bit hardcore as The Viper noticed the raging oceanic storms off in the distance. For a vessel as this, making sure to stay in steady waters was pivotal for the success of the journey in more ways than one. The once luxurious trip would now turn serious. It was almost as if there was a pirate within Trigon.

He wouldn't sleep now for 2 consecutive days, the sight of land sneaking over the horizon on the morning of the second day. Knowing not of the customs of the land he was coming up upon, Trigon reached into his shinobi vest and pulled forth a map, pressing his index finger on his current location and following it north. The Ocean Country was rare in its shape, allowing for difficult navigation except for the checkpoint at the southern most tip of the island continent. Following a bit further northwest, a river offered him sanction for a slip in entrance. He needed this to help him time to evaluate his tactics,so more sailing was in order, much to the dismay of the former general. His eyes keen as a captain's, Trigon was soon reaching land.

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