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"Aismir? Aismir?!"
"AISMIR!"
The boy groaned restlessly in his bunk. It was too early for all this, he thought.
"Aismir I will drag you if I have to!"
"I'm getting up- I'm up, I'm up."
Aismir rubbed the sea-salt from his eyes, opening them to the light of morning, split through the boards above him. He rolled himself sideways, his feet landing on the damp timbers below. He ran his fingers through his hair, a futile effort to tame its messiness. He pulled his boot-buckles tight, and stood up, careful to balance himself against the waves moving beneath him. Before going up the steps of their ship, he grabbed his Oak staff that had been hanging from the netting beside them. He'd been given it by his mother after his naming day, capped on each end with Bronze, family etchings running through its middle.
"What is it? I almost got a full night's rest..."
"Hey, if it makes you feel any better Lad, drinks're on me tonight. Sure won't have to wait too long, look ahead."
Aismir cast his eyes forward, and there it was, for all to behold,
Eagle-drop Island.
More specifically, the port of Kite Town, where Aismir had grown up his whole life. Not that there'd be anywhere else to grow up on Eagle-drop Island, as Kite Town was the only one of its kind on the whole land-mass.
"Hey, as long as you're buyin'."
They pulled into port, unloading last night's catch. A large amount of fresh fish and crustaceans.
"Hard tide Boio?" Asked old Paddy. As long as Aismir could remember Paddy had been working the boats, cleaning the boats and unloading catches. Amazingly, Aismir could have sworn that he hadn't aged a day in all the time he'd known him.
"Light waves were up last night Paddy, little reason for me to be there, to tell the truth."
"Oh dontcha worry Boio, go grab yerself a cup-full, I'll be sure to join yas' later." Paddy said, jovial and gleeful.
"See you there." Said Aismir, as he walked off of the port, and into the town.
You'd only need to glance at the streets to know that Kite Town was steeped in history; Its cobble flooring stretched on and on and on, the stones bearing a fine shimmer due to the amount of times they've been walked on. The local church that stretched towards the sky, built around the same time of the founding of the very island itself. The smell of fish and salt did hang in the air, but the people didn't mind that so much, as the smells they looked forward to were hiding in the shops, the sweet scent floating out of the Baker's, sweet pastries and pasties. But Aismir had other ideas, he was thirsty. And when you were thirsty in Kite Town, there was only one place to go-
"WELCOME BACK TO THE GREASY FOUNTAIN YA' DAFT BASTARD!" Bellowed large Sam, who was loud as he was large. The owner of the Tavern, so called 'The Greasy Falcon', was the happiest fellow you'd ever meet, his belly as full of laughter and comedy as it was sheep sausages and fatty fish. The Tavern itself was mostly empty - as it was still early - except for a small group of sailors, not much older than Aismir, sitting on the round corner table.
"Ale, please."
Sam pulled a tankard seemingly out of nowhere, already full of Aismir's drink of choice. He laughed a little to himself, before taking a long swig of the refreshing drink from the cold iron of the perspiring tankard.
Wish something would happen today.
"AISMIR!"
The boy groaned restlessly in his bunk. It was too early for all this, he thought.
"Aismir I will drag you if I have to!"
"I'm getting up- I'm up, I'm up."
Aismir rubbed the sea-salt from his eyes, opening them to the light of morning, split through the boards above him. He rolled himself sideways, his feet landing on the damp timbers below. He ran his fingers through his hair, a futile effort to tame its messiness. He pulled his boot-buckles tight, and stood up, careful to balance himself against the waves moving beneath him. Before going up the steps of their ship, he grabbed his Oak staff that had been hanging from the netting beside them. He'd been given it by his mother after his naming day, capped on each end with Bronze, family etchings running through its middle.
"What is it? I almost got a full night's rest..."
"Hey, if it makes you feel any better Lad, drinks're on me tonight. Sure won't have to wait too long, look ahead."
Aismir cast his eyes forward, and there it was, for all to behold,
Eagle-drop Island.
More specifically, the port of Kite Town, where Aismir had grown up his whole life. Not that there'd be anywhere else to grow up on Eagle-drop Island, as Kite Town was the only one of its kind on the whole land-mass.
"Hey, as long as you're buyin'."
They pulled into port, unloading last night's catch. A large amount of fresh fish and crustaceans.
"Hard tide Boio?" Asked old Paddy. As long as Aismir could remember Paddy had been working the boats, cleaning the boats and unloading catches. Amazingly, Aismir could have sworn that he hadn't aged a day in all the time he'd known him.
"Light waves were up last night Paddy, little reason for me to be there, to tell the truth."
"Oh dontcha worry Boio, go grab yerself a cup-full, I'll be sure to join yas' later." Paddy said, jovial and gleeful.
"See you there." Said Aismir, as he walked off of the port, and into the town.
You'd only need to glance at the streets to know that Kite Town was steeped in history; Its cobble flooring stretched on and on and on, the stones bearing a fine shimmer due to the amount of times they've been walked on. The local church that stretched towards the sky, built around the same time of the founding of the very island itself. The smell of fish and salt did hang in the air, but the people didn't mind that so much, as the smells they looked forward to were hiding in the shops, the sweet scent floating out of the Baker's, sweet pastries and pasties. But Aismir had other ideas, he was thirsty. And when you were thirsty in Kite Town, there was only one place to go-
"WELCOME BACK TO THE GREASY FOUNTAIN YA' DAFT BASTARD!" Bellowed large Sam, who was loud as he was large. The owner of the Tavern, so called 'The Greasy Falcon', was the happiest fellow you'd ever meet, his belly as full of laughter and comedy as it was sheep sausages and fatty fish. The Tavern itself was mostly empty - as it was still early - except for a small group of sailors, not much older than Aismir, sitting on the round corner table.
"Ale, please."
Sam pulled a tankard seemingly out of nowhere, already full of Aismir's drink of choice. He laughed a little to himself, before taking a long swig of the refreshing drink from the cold iron of the perspiring tankard.
Wish something would happen today.