[littl3chocobo]

the young man gazed out to sea as he did every morning around this time, the wind blew through his auburn locks and he was filled with the ocean's majesty. as the sun rose behind him the light cast a glitter over the water not unlike diamonds on a navy brocade, he smiled and went down to shore to start the day's hunt for mussels and wood before the ships came in to port and he had to be back home to help his aunt make lunch for all the sailors.




(let's hope my limited knowledge of preindustrial sailing conditions is up to snuff)

[gremlin]

( Don't worry about it, sorry if I write a novel sometimes. xD )

Roy let out a heavy sigh as he stepped on to the dock, he breathed in heavily enjoying the aroma of the sea, it would be a few days before his ship resumed sailing across it. His eyes wandered over the village, his lips were curled up into a smile, he looked forward to spending the next few nights here. He frequently came here allowing his crew every few months to see their families. Though he had no family of his own, he didn't have a wife or any children. Really he didn't take a liking to females at all and didn't like children that much either. The women seemed to chase after him unfortunately, no matter how much he made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with them they wouldn't stop bothering him. If he could knock some sense into them he would. Though he wasn't like that, he wouldn't harm a woman no matter how much she annoyed him.

"You can go," he barked at his men. They thanked him as they passed him to see their families. Though some were probably headed to the local tavern. Roy would go with them too but alcohol wasn't what he had an unclench-able thirst for, he liked something a little bit more sweeter. He would be satisfied shortly, tonight there was a festival and he hoped that someone he had been eyeing for some time would be there. It took some time for Roy to pick a new treat, though when he did he focused on that person and became determined to have them. Despite Roy's appearance he wasn't as he seemed, only his crew really knew what he was and they had sworn to keep his secret. He was a vampire.

[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?)

[gremlin]

( I'm just winging it with the set up of the inn. I assume it's an open area when you step in with tables and shit so that people can eat. Then a large counter, kitchen in the back? Haha... you can check in at the counter or order food or both. - gets shot - and then a large staircase that leads to the rooms upstairs. )

Roy made sure that his ship was secured to the dock before he left for the inn. The last thing that he really needed was for it the drift off. His men mocked him for it, but really his ship was almost like his baby. He had built it himself hundreds of years ago, though when he told tales he said that his great grandfather had built it being a pirate as well. Everyone in the village assumed that he was in his early twenties due to his appearance. No one seemed to question why he never seemed to age, there were rumours that he had made a deal with the devil gaining knowledge of where some sort of fountain of youth was. There were a few other rumours but he didn't pay much attention to them, most made him laugh.

He had nearly made it to the inn but he was abruptly stopped by a woman. She screamed his name with excitement, Roy cringed at the sound of her voice. "Oh, could it really be?" she seemed to be mocking him, but really she was just hopelessly smitten with him. She wrapped her arms around one of his and pulled him close. "Have you just arrived? Why didn't you say hello?" Roy let out a heavy sigh, he pulled his arm away from her. "Don't touch me," he hissed though as he went to leave her she stepped in front of him. "You can't avoid me forever," she said and laughed. Would she ever leave him alone? "I wish that I could." he brought a hand to her shoulder and pushed her to the side. "Leave me alone, I have no interest in you." then he entered the inn. The woman crossed her arms over her chest, she seemed disappointed. Some other villages were laughing at her behaviour and how Roy had treated her. He did that to every woman who showed interest in him.

A few villages inside of the inn looked at Roy distracted from what they had been doing for a few moments, then returned when he looked back at them. He walked over to the counter, he brought his elbow down on it and leaned forward. "Hello Auntie," he teased the woman knowing of her dislike of him. Though he knew that she wouldn't throw him out because he supplied her with two month's worth of earnings within three days. Roy brought his hand to his waist by his sword was a large pouch full of money. He took it and let go of it above the counter, it fell with a loud thud. "I request three days stay here for me and my men!"

[littl3chocobo]

(actually they were windowless rooms with a front half and a back sometimes an upstairs and a basement larder. we sleep in the kitchen where it is warm you get the room above because it is warmest against the chimney and your men can get fucked because i am too lazy to place them >> pretend they need no direction for their rooms)

he could hear captain roy and his aunt in the front, he pulled out several large loaves of staled bread and began slicing them for trenchers, he ladeled out chowder on each slice and placed them on a large board. he took the slices out five or so at a time and did this four times, he then gathered glasses, real glass ones, for these were the men of the judith and always had the best, and filled them with honeyed godale and cider, he knew they would want drink after having spent months on little more than bitter water and bad beer. he took all of the drinks out at once this time, though the board weighed half as much as he did this time around, he hurried the drinks out so he could serve the captain.

when he got back he pulled a bowel from a cubbard and poured chowder into it, he fetched a fresh loaf of bread, taking the rest of the stale back, and tore of a large chunk, he then quickly ran to the larder for a bit of cheese. when he had that all assembled he went out to the well and pulled from it fresh water too, he knew the captain did not drink anything his crew did and preferred cold water with mint in it to clear the taste even further. he pulled down an extra mug and scooped out top-water from the pail he grabbed some mint from his aunt's poultice drawer and crushed it in as fine as he could, little flecks of it floated to the top. he then unwrapped the pudding and cut a small slice out. he wrapped it back up so it would stay good and putting everything on his board quickly went out to deliver the captain his dinner

[gremlin]

( LMFAO. alright. xD I should have asked before to clarify how everything was set up! )

Roy smirked when he saw the boy bringing out food and beverages for him and his men. Not all of his men had come to the inn, though there was about a dozen in the building now. He wasn't too interested in the food or the beverages, Roy had his eyes on the boy. Though he would eat as any other man would be expected to, what man wasn't craving a home made meal after sailing the seas for months? It would seem odd for him to reject food and beverages without a second thought. Instead he would eat some of it, then say that he had spoiled his appetite before they arrived. His stomach was protest such things being consumed, he only really needed one thing.

When the boy came out the second time he decided to speak to him. Roy didn't know him too well, but every time he came to the village he spoke a little bit to him. Though he didn't know his name yet. He could feel the boy's aunt staring at him, maybe she had noticed his eyes on the boy. His eyes were not filled with curiosity or simple interest, he was looking at the boy with lust. "I have come to the village quite a few times and have spoken to you before, but I never seem to get your name." he said then laughed. Roy thanked him when he set down a meal in front of him. He began to eat without hesitation, though he knew that he would regret it later sometimes food made him sick, though alcohol would not be a problem if he decided to drink for once.

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his eyes widened when the captain spoke to him. he shocked to say the least, though the captain spoke often and to anyone who'd listen he had never spoken to the youth before. '....damaris' he shyly whispered before speeding off back to the kitchen.

[gremlin]

Roy laughed quietly to himself when the boy ran off after answering his question. He seemed rather shy every time that they spoke, Roy wondered if he was naturally like that or just shy because it was him who was speaking to the boy. "Damaris," he mumbled the name to himself, it was a nice name and it rolled off of his tongue. Roy looked over, if looks could kill then he certainly would be dead right now. The boy's aunt was giving him quite the look, she seemed to be overprotective of the boy and didn't like the way that Roy talked to him in a flirtatious manner or the way that he had been looking at him. Unlike the other villagers she continued to look at him, he would let her win this one. It was funny to see a woman who would give anything to give him a good smack across the face. Though he knew that she wouldn't try anything, Roy wouldn't tolerate such behaviour.

He picked at his food for a little bit more, but then after a while his stomach could only take so much. "I spoiled my appetite," he mumbled quietly to himself. "I ate a bit before we came to the dock, I really shouldn't have, I apologize for wasting food." he added then smiled. Though the men who had come to the inn had finished everything on their plates and were asking for seconds already.

[littl3chocobo]

the boy damaris came out again to collect mugs and the captain's dinner, the mugs were always empty but the plate was usually full, he could see a couple bites taken from his pudding and a little of the cheese was gone too but the rest remained mostly untouched. the captain had drunk the water though. he quickly went back to the kitchen to cut the pudding down refill glasses and get the apples. he knew men at sea often suffered for lack of fruit and his aunt always made him bring some out when they had it.



later when everyone had their fill and had wandered out to the festivities his aunt came to him in the kitchen where he was washing dishes 'you best not talk to that pirate, lad' auntie looked exceedingly sour today. 'he wants more than pudding and ale and i will not lose you to the sea like my brother' she made a face 'you leave the likes of him alone' she left him then to make up the cots for the men when they returned. he took her words into himself but he could not understand them. he knew nothing of his father other than he was the brother to his aunt and he left before damaris was born. he did not understand what she meant of the captain either, as far as he knew the captain would eat drink and stay in his quarters then go out at night to the houses of ill repute. he muddled over the words for the rest of the night all the way until he tucked himself into his pallet on the floor that night next to his sleeping aunt

[gremlin]

Roy really wasn't one to drink but he couldn't help but have a few drinks while attending the festival. Though he had sworn off drinking for the rest of the night it seemed that a pint here and there ended up in his hand one way or another. He kept to himself most of the night, avoiding the woman who had bothered him earlier. If he was drunk he might bring himself to knock some sense into her, he had quite the temper sober and alcohol only made it worse. That's why he had tried not to drink after he had his first few drinks, but that was the secret alcoholic in him that made him drink more... it was a nasty habit that he had been trying to outrun for years.

After some hours he grew bored of the festival, all of the music and laughter, all of that constant noise, finally gave him a headache and he retreated from the festival. Perhaps having some time away from it would do him some good. Though shortly after deciding to rest nearby he instead found himself heading towards the inn, he had not seen the boy at the festival, it was rather disappointing. Perhaps he could find the boy in the inn and convince him to come out to play.

When he reached the inn he stepped inside quietly, though his footsteps echoed in the now empty area. He stumbled a bit and nearly fell to the ground, Roy cursed himself under his breath. Why had he drank so much? His eyes wandered over the empty space wondering where the boy could be. He really wasn't too sure where the boy slept so he couldn't go to wake him. "Damaris?" he said aloud, he tried his best not to slur his words. Hopefully he wouldn't wake the aunt only the boy.

[littl3chocobo]

his aunt stirred which is what roused him but the sound of his name is what woke him completely. he crept to the doorway to see who had called him so, hoping it was only his imagination

[gremlin]

Roy smiled when the boy appeared, though he wasn't too sure if he could bring himself to the doorway. The boy probably slept in the same room as his aunt and he didn't want to speak too closely to the sleeping woman. Roy wanted to speak to the boy but not if it mean waking the damn woman, she would throw a fuss and drag the boy away from the conversation just as she had done before when he tried to speak the to the boy.

"Hello," he said to him, though he spoke more quietly now then he had earlier. Roy titled his head, his eyes curiously wandered over the boy. "You don't have to be shy," he said softly, a smile remained on Roy's face. "May I ask why you are not at the festival?" he asked.

[littl3chocobo]

he took a minute to answer 'auntie says i am to stay here and help and not to be carried away by the sea.' he poked his head out a little more to look at the other 'why are you here and not about town, you should be at the festival'

[gremlin]

"You shouldn't let her make up your mind for you, how old are you boy?" he asked, Roy slurred his words a little bit as he spoke. It was hard not to when he had had so many drinks. "I got bored of the festival, the constant music and chatter..." he went quiet near the end of his sentence then cleared his throat quietly. "I was hoping to see you there, though you're not there so I came to look for you." Roy laughed quietly, he was trying his best not to be loud. The last time that he wanted to do was wake the woman in the other room. "You should... come with me to the festival, enjoy yourself rather than worry about work constantly. You're young and should be able to enjoy yourself.."

[littl3chocobo]

'...a, a year to twenty...nearly a man' he felt odd saying that. he did not reply to the first or last bit though instead retreating further behind the door, his discomfort apparent. he did think his own thoughts but when he had none his aunt had two to spare and she had an uncanny knack for being right.

[gremlin]

Roy raised an eyebrow as he noticed the boy discomfort. He smiled weakly in an attempt to calm his nerves. "Am I scaring you?" he asked, Roy felt brave as he stepped towards the doorway. Really he was risking waking that damn woman up though maybe if he was quiet enough then he wouldn't. "Pardon my behaviour," he mumbled quietly to the boy. Really Roy could be a lot more demanding that the boy should come with him to the festival or mean about the boy's behaviour. Though he held back any comments that he knew would make the boy want nothing to do with him further. He leaned against the doorway, his eyes wandered over the boy. "I get a little..." he paused trying to think of the right word but really he couldn't in his drunken stage. "Odd I suppose when I talk to someone who I have interest in." he smiled warmly at him.