[littl3chocobo]

his catch was acceptable to auntie who freed him from having to help make the chowder so he could make his well renowned rice pudding, she never asked why he decided on any given day to make it and she had the sense not to ask for whenever her shy nephew came home to make it the ship judith could almost be guaranteed to be docked in the town port. she had no like for pirates, and that is what they were no matter what they called themselves, but their business helped her inn stay afloat some years and she would not balk.

the young man however thought of none of this for when he saw his ship pull over the horizon that morning all that had run through his head were thoughts of the ocean and it's great mysteries, of pirates and their duties at sea and of captain roy and his stories of a lands afar. he set out the ingredients for his pudding, rice and cream, butter and pepper, sugar and dates. the dates were the last of the last batch the captain had brought and one could all but count by how fast the fruit went when estimating how soon he would return to land. he chopped half the dates coarsely and half very fine how it was liked. when it was all mixed in and his auntie stepped out to handle a customer he stole away to the pantry where his special prize was located. he went behind the cheeses and reaching as far as he could pulled out a small glass vial with a single brown stick in it. he had won over a merchant with this very pudding and his reward was the sin-ah-minn the merchent was carrying, he knew little of spice value but he knew a gift when he saw it, the small unnasuming bit of bark was worth more than his life and more than he could ever earn in it. he palmed the jar and went back to the kitchen. she was still gone so he pulled out his small paring knife, the one he got from a sailor years ago and grated off a small dusting of it into the mix. he closed his little jar and swirled his knife once in the uncooked pudding. he took the vial back to it's hiding place and licking his knife went back to stuff the pudding. when he was done he put the whole thing on the small grille in the larger fireplace where the chowder was bubbling by now his aunt had come back in and put it on the fire leaving him only the small section at the bottom to work with, it was ok though for the pudding was small, only an arm's length long and not much thinner than his wrist.


when the pudding was grilled just so he took it out of the fire and wrapped it in cheese-cloth to keep it until captain roy and his men arrived.

(sorry i was hung up half an hour trying to find a name for my char and it didn't come to me^^: you want to name me?)