174. Home At Last

Cristianno and his family and crew have finally found a place in which they can call home. The Pandaren in the village see them as family and everything seems perfect.  "Home" by Phillip Phillips
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Smoking his cigarette and learning against the hut's railing, Cristianno glanced at the gathering of various beings around him. They were all different and yet they were able to live together. It wasn't too long when he lived among others such as these as he travelled with the Darkmoon caravan. They were a group of eclectic creatures from all walks of life and there was no room for dislike or hatred. Everyone was family.

This place was no different. A pirate crew with family, Horde and Alliance combied, defected members, thieves, honest men, virtuous women, promiscuous males and females, elves, dwarves, humans, worgen, tauren, and pandaren. It was a melting pot of diversity, but they all shared a common necessity: family.

In this small, but shared community, in which the Pandaren easily welcomed Cristianno and his family, everyone protected each other. The small village was home now, and that meant more to the pirate elf than any work he did out at sea. While it bothered him that he wasn’t out there working, he took pride in watching over his family and the village. If there was any trouble, the villagers would let them know, and they knew that the pirate and his family would fight for them as well.

Cristianno smiled as he finished his cigarette. At last, he finally felt as if he was home.