"So who owns that old lighthouse, anyway?"
The sea was dark and the Lighthouse provided no light for the ship that had dared to sail on these dark waters. This part of the sea was far from Ga-Koro, an abandoned outpost that once belonged to the village's marine force. Now someone else had taken up abode in the old lighthouse. It stood high and stared down at the old wooden ship, like some unstoppable goliath. It sent chills up most men's back and some people in the village even rumored that it might be haunted. These men were not afraid, though. They were pirates and they feared nothing, not death, not even the Makuta himself! There was not a single place they wouldn't explore even the darkest depths of the sea if that were possible.
"It doesn't matter. They'll be dead soon as we arrive on the shore." The crew's captain said, an old Matoran with what appeared to be green hair forming around the bottom of his mask. It might just be seaweed, though. His eyes were determined as the lighthouse continued to grow closer. He and his crew were exiles from Ga-Koro. Those 'Arete' had forced them to live. "Heroes," He muttered, taking a moment to spit. "They ain't worth nothing!" He shouted to his crew who let out loud howls of their own.
They had now reached the Lighthouse, pulling up on the coast, the captain smirked. The Lighthouse would be their new base, they needed to regroup after being thrown out of Ga-Koro. The anchor was tossed into the waters and the men started to step on to the land. However, they suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong with ye, cowards!? Don't tell me that your-"
He was cutoff as a trident whizzed past his head, narrowly missing it and hitting his ship. His eyes were wide as a dark figure steps out from the shadows.
He was a Toa, incredibly tall with blue and gold armor. There were also highlights of green, but it was hard to see them in the darkness. The man had a frown on his face as if he was upset.
"Pirates," He said. "I never did like pirates."
The captain struggled to get his words out, but somehow he did. "W-who are you?"
The Toa smirked when he was asked this. "No, the question is who are you and what are you doing on my island, pirate? Speak quickly or I may aim more carefully next time I throw my trident."
The captain glared at this figure. Thoughts raced around his head as he cursed the Great Spirit! After escaping from those do-gooder Toa, he had ran into another! His luck was horrid, but he'd escaped from those Arete and this was just one Toa. He realized that he could defeat this Toa, he just needed to stall for time. "We're welll... pirates as you figured. We come from Ga-Koro. We were forced to leave by the village's current leader... the Toa Arete."
"Arete?" The Toa said, as if confused by this word. He honestly was, Turaga Nokama had ran Ga-Koro for as long as anyone could remember. "What happened to Nokama?"
The captain shrugged, "No one knows for sure. Some say that the old lady is dead."
The frown had returned to the Toa's face. Had he been away from Ga-Koro that long that he didn't know of it's state. A leader missing and no one knew where she was. It deeply troubled him. Perhaps if he had been in Ga-Koro, he could have helped... He was so troubled that he failed to notice a sword being swinged at him by the pirate captain. He'd taken advantage of his brief confusion, perhaps even lied to get him to lower his guard. He had to know the truth, though. A man once removed from his village, he was now burning with interest to learn more about the state of things. To do that, he had to defeat these pirates, though. Narrowly avoiding the pirate's blade, he reached out and grabbed his arm, squeezing it tightly. The pirate's eyes were wild and desperate and the Toa knew it wasn't just from him. Someone had shaken him up.
"What are the rest of you doing? Attack!" He shouted to his crew who broke out of their frozen forms, leaping to slash and attack with their weapons. Suddenly, an entire crew of twenty men was on the Toa. And he defeated them all.
It was not in one movement, but it was incredibly quick. Water from the ocean behind them came crashing down on the rear of the pirates, pulling them into the sea where they were no longer a part of the fight. Their captain was thrown to the ground by the Toa, who jumped on a Matoran's shoulder, using it to rocket over the other Matoran and grab his trident from the pirate ship. By the time the pirates were attacking him again, he simply blocked their slashes with his trident. Then with incredible strength, he pushed the Matoran off them. Still stunned by the pure force he had blown them back with, the pirates were knocked off their feet by a whip of water formed from the Toa's trident. Men groaned as they tried to get on their feet, but they were defeated. The captain of these men looked around in astonishment. His entire crew... they had been defeated by one Toa.
Whose golden trident and prongs were pointed at his very neck.
He gulped. "P-please..." Fear was in his eyes as he stared into that of this cold Toa.
"You should teach your men how to fight better. I barely worked up a sweat, which is dissapointing. I haven't fought anyone in a while, actually." He told the Matoran. Then the tall Toa bent over so that he could look the old man in the eye. "Now tell me... Is what you said about the Turaga true? That she has gone missing?" He asked, his voice calm, not hinting at the violence he had just unleashed upon his men.
With that, the Toa turned away from the Matoran, leaving his back open. However, the pirate did not move. This Toa had placed him in fear simply through the act of mercy. He knew that he couldn't possibly defeat him, even if he tried. So he simply sat there as the Toa walked towards his ship with much haste. He boarded his ship and suddenly, the anchor shot out of the water. The ship started to move and the Toa simply stared at the defeated pirate.
"Ah yes, you asked me who I am... I am Toa Virin. Good bye." He told the Matoran with a curt, polite nod.
He then turned his back on the Matoran once more. Virin's green eyes stared out at the ocean and although he couldn't see it, he knew Ga-Koro was out there. Despite living in that lighthouse for a year, he still knew that Ga-Koro was his true home. He had to return home one day, he had always known that. Now, Virin was setting out to help his home. He would get to the bottom of these questions and mysteries that now were in his mind. For he had to, it was his duty.