Razz, the heir of the Beobyrian Empire, is on his way home from a diplomatic mission as his ship gets attacked by pirates. Suddenly he finds himself taken as hostage, and it doesn’t seem like the pirates are planning to exchange him for a ransom anytime soon. How annoying.
The dinner room was loud and jolly.
Laughter echoed between the wooden walls as the crew of Sarynthia ate breakfast. Scraping the last of his eggs – their last
eggs – off his plate Red grinned widely at Grillby, the ship cook, who was
sitting next to him.
“great as always, grillbz,” he said, chewing
loudly. He downed half of his mug with tea as he swallowed. “tho’ it could’ve
been even better with some more salt.”
The fire elemental stared at him as his
purple flames flickered. Despite hardly having a face, he looked unimpressed,
and Red’s grin grew wider.
“jus’ some constructive critique, buddy.”
For that, he received a slap on his head, and
he let out an “ow”. The human who sat
on his other side chuckled.
“STOP ANNOYING GRILLBY, BROTHER,” his
brother called from the opposite side of the table. Fell sounded irritated, but
there was an obvious edge of amusement in his voice. Turning to him, Red scratched
the back of his head as he smiled at the other.
“aw, boss,” he whined jokingly, picking up
his plate to lick it off. None of the rare egg and bacon would be left behind. “dontcha
think my yolks are egg-ceptional?”
“I CERTAINLY DO NOT. THEY ARE TRULY AWFUL.”
Pouting, he waved to one of the cabin kids
to come take his plate. The kid, a wyvern not yet old enough for wings and
therefore armless, did so by having Red
putting it on a plate he held in his mouth. The crew members sitting close
roared in laughter as they spoke. The skeleton brothers’ conversations were a
favourite every day. Even those days they weren’t that special, like today.
bro,” Red told the taller, and stood up. “welp. time fer work, i guess.”
“Right!” Sigrid, the Sailing Master and Sarynthia’s third highest officer, said.
She downed the last of her drink before standing. “Red, I need you to take a
look at the cannons on larboard side.”
“ugh,” he replied, smirking as he walked
toward the door. “why y’all have got ta give me so much t’ do i’ll never know.”
He sent his superior a lazy salute. “aye, aye, ma’am. in a soulbeat.”
When I was a very small child, my mom used to bury coins in my sandbox, leave huge boot prints in the sand, and tell me pirates had come in the night and buried treasure. I would be out there happily for hours, with my little sieve, and my mom got a quiet morning to herself for the price of a handful of pennies.
I was always kind of skeptical about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, because visiting every kid in the world did not seem reasonable. But the pirates only visited me, so they were probably real.
So that’s the story of how I ended up being an archaeologist. How about you?
❝I came up with Johnny Depp, right, we were right there and there was always respect and I watched him and his choices, which have been wonderful. And then I see Johnny Depp do ‘Pirates [of the Caribbean]’ and then suddenly Depp is on a Slurpee cup. And the movies are good. And he’s great in them. And I think: If Depp is on a Slurpee, I want to be on a Slurpee.❞
Robert Downey Jr. on why he wanted to do Iron Man
[so..he’s basically saying that I have to thank my number one favorite fictional character for giving me my number two favorite fictional character… aight…]