Aboard the Rum Cask

[Chloriosus]

Emmalinda smiled again, triumphant that she was finally the center of Eldor's attention. She put the spoon into her mouth. It was bad. It was worse than bad. It was the worst of worst, for what Kastron and Eldor brewed up that day is still sworn by by many a seaman today. Emmalinda tried to hold it together, but even all her experience of Aunt Pessilys' soups didn't compare to the outright grotesque taste of this slosh. Emmalinda had taken just one spoonful, but what she spit out were the contents of all the food in her stomach that was left over from the last few days. The two boys along with all the crew men stared at the mess on the floor and at the still vomiting girl. "Alright!,", Kastron shouted out. "I am NOT cleaning that. My deepest condolences to whoever be the unfortunate soul to do it." He tipped his head, and walked out the galley, taking the pot of soup with him. Ledgend has it his soup killed so many fish that it was comparable to large fishing boats catching's in a whole month.

[wingfeather]

Eldor stood and bowed gallantly to the unfortunate Emmalinda, ''and farewell to thee my fair lady,'' he said before striding out the door after Kastron.

[Chloriosus]

Kastron grinned at Eldor. “Alright, enough of this. Let’s go eat the REAL food now. “

[wingfeather]

''Right,'' Eldor said wholeheartedly, ''where can we get some?''

[Chloriosus]

“In the galley” , Kastron replied. “Ye didn’t really think that was the only food I made did ye?”

[wingfeather]

''Are you saying that you actually can cook decent food?!?!'' Eldor asked following Kastron to the galley.

[Chloriosus]

Kastron swung at Eldor. “My name isn’t Pessilys now, is it? No, I made some biscuits. The men already had their share by now. I let them in on it when I called them up.”

[wingfeather]

Eldor deflected the punch with a swipe of his hand, ''ok, ok, sure, now lets go get some of those biscuits.''

[Chloriosus]

And so the two boys went into the galley to eat the biscuits. It was really very fortunate that Aunt Pessilys had a headache that day, otherwise it would have been Kastron and Eldor in the soup pot the next day.

[wingfeather]

Later that evening Eldor laid on the bed propping his head against the backrest, as he began sharpening the blade to the knife he was making against a whet stone, he loved the clean sharp sound it made as ran the blade across the stone again and again, he glanced over at Kastron, ''when do you think we will get to land again?''

[Chloriosus]

Kastron shrugged. “I dunno. My father seems to be into the direction of going somewhere we never been before. Im gonna work on my map.” He pulled out his map and his colors, and added some drawings to the country Carsaria, where they had been today.

[wingfeather]

Eldor crained his head forward but couldn't quite see, ''how's the map going?''

[Chloriosus]

Kastron blew onto the parchment. “I think it’s going middling well. What do you think?”, he showed the map to Eldor. There was a new picture on it, a picture of the captain running away with the barrel of rum, and a picture of the market stall where he had gotten the snakeskin. If you looked closely, one of the roofs in the village had a picture of the two boys sitting on it. Kastron had been careful to add the window box and a jellyfish.

[wingfeather]

Eldor smiled and laughed, ''hey, that looks great, you've a good hand at drawing.'' He went back to sharpening his knife for a while, ''did your dad try that witches's brew of a soup we made?''

[Chloriosus]

Kastron laughed. “He did. He said to tell aunt to let it up on the fish livers. Is your knife most ready?”