((Too much going on at once! We'll all get to Australia eventually! Doesnt Vixus sound like a bad guys name
Vixus had been walking for many hours. At the points where the foliage was overwhelming, he used the Giant Cleaver strapped to his back to cut a new path for him. Vixus never used the main roads, too many people asking 'Where his parents were' and trying to find his home. He had no home, not anymore.
He saw the dock in sight, so he quickened his pace a little bit. Upon arriving at the docks, he looked slowly at the man behind the counter of the ticket booth. There was no building, and by the way the man shivered, he was wishing there was one. Vixus starred at him, not saying a word. With a flash he placed money on the counter that barely reached over his head and nodded. The man handed him a ticket and he went onto the ferry.
Vixus did not speak Japanese or Chinese, but it did not matter because of the fact that he rarely spoke at all. The other people on the ferry gawked at him as he strode onto it, yet why shouldn't they? An 11 year old boy with a cleaver about the hight of him strapped to his back, walking as fast as he would if he was carry an empty bookbag just strode aboard the ship, wearing a ripped up jacket 5 sizes too big and not a parent in sight. He sighed and sat down in a chair, laying the Cleaver next to it. Hopefully the sail to Japan would be uneventful. Hopefully.
((Sorry, didn't mean to make such a mouthful! This is really interesting, just to think up and move along with entering a back story too. I LOVE THIS CHARACTER!))