Kallie
Apprentice Messenger
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Post by Kallie on Dec 22, 2013 15:39:07 GMT -5
Nicholas listened to him and this time understood every word he was saying. Slowly his head came up to stare at the man, the man now held his attention and he nodded several times to what he had to say. The man was right if he was going to die he should die like a man not a coward, like a warrior. He sent another crab flying moved his shoulders up and down to get the blood moving again. He rearranged his thoughts the man had given him hope. Hope that people actually survive this, if they fight for that survival that is. He moved his legs in place to encourage blood flow. The strange man had asked him for his story. "I don't have much of a story." he said surprising himself, he had always been a quiet shy boy. "Me and my family were simple peasants, my father was a fisherman, my mother often took in sewing for extra money she was handy with a needle." he paused remembering what had happened to him. "One night pirates came, they burned the small town to the ground and ransacked the place. We had a force of maybe 20 guards the rest of us didn't really know how to fight. They took me and some of the other boys and girls of the village shoved us onto their ship and sailed off as the people left alive in the village struggled to put out the numerous fires they had started. That was 6 years ago. I was 6 at the time, I turned 12 yesterday he said proudly trying to ignore the fact that the tide was now up to his waist. He continued to move his legs and kick crabs and over garbage away from him. He hoped that he was tall enough to survive the tide. His father hadn't taught him how to swim before he had been taken, he'd been planning on it but business had gotten busier and his mother didn't want him to wander off in case he fell in when no one was around.
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a1ko4
Apprentice Cook
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Post by a1ko4 on Feb 8, 2014 15:59:53 GMT -5
Gerta had set out a large wooden mug of hot nog with some sort of brownish orange spice on the top, "Drink it! She commanded cheerfully, "it will warm you and give you some stregnth it also has egg in it so that you will fell better in the morning. The spice is nutmeg and cinimon from the eastern lands and it will improve your blood flow.
Jake nodded, "Thank you." He picked up the mug and began to sip the nog from it.
"You have not been eating to well it seems and from the looks of your skin and your toes and fingers you have been overly cold. Now did they pump you full of that weed? We are not going to have to get you down from that are we?," Gerta crossed to Jake and took hold of his chin firmly lifting his head towards her as she looked deeply into one ey then the other. "...no you look too sharp for that, your eyes are bright not cloudy.
Jake was startled when Gerta grabbed his chin. She certainly was tact, wasn't she? Of course, he could have told her himself that he'd never tasted weed, nor did he want it. Then again, she probably wouldn't have believed him. Weed addicts may not have much brains, but they certainly could tell lies.
"Well, since you rescued the boar it is only fitting that you get to eat some of him, there are also some vegitables and some bread and cheese. Eat now there will be apple bacon in the morning and fresh milk with your porridge and we may be able to get you out of work for the day so I can give you a hair cut and nail trim and make sure you have the rest of the things Smidja said you would need. I will need some help around here too, so we will get you back on your feet a bit more slowly than Gunnar expects, but on your feet you will be. When you are done I will show you to your sleeping closet and tuck you in, hee hee no, do not feel like a little baby I do that for all the men, they like that and they are warm and snug before they sleep. You will meet many of them tomorrow, your shipmates and the others that work in the household. You will not be lonely anymore Jake and if you are as good a man as Smidja thinks you are, you will get along with them well."
Jake's eyes widened at the food in front of him, before Gerta had even finished speaking he had started to shovel the food into his mouth. It had been a long time since he'd had food of this quality, not to mention quantity. He nodded at all that Gerta said, only half listening as he was much to preoccupied with the food in front of him.
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Post by Ringulf on Jan 26, 2015 23:30:31 GMT -5
It was very late or actually very early in the morning, the dog watches of the night and the temperature had dipped, but the tide had turned and the boy that was carried between the two Skandians was limply shivering, his skin pale, lips blue and though he thrashed his head back and forth his eyes were closed and he most likely fought the Ice trolls in fitfull dreams.
Smidja and Gunnar went right to the bath that had been used for Jake and felt that it had kept much of it's heat,
"Good," Smidja said to Gunnar, "it is better to warm him gradually, put him in and start the fire I will raise Gerta."
The burly helmsman did what he was told and Gerta hearing the comotion was at his arm before Smidja turned to get her.
They worked on reviving the boy as best they could. When he finally could walk they dressed him in long fur Robes and skeepskin boots that came to his knees. they propped him at the table and Gerta spoon fed him warm porrage and had him sip some of the nog she had made for Jake as well.
When he grogily had finnshed his food they carried him into the sleeping quarters and Gerta herself actually got in beside him to warm him through the night.
Smidja and Gunnar looked at one another over the table.
"Well", said Gunnar, "if you wanted crew dat badly I could have grabbed a few drunks passed out at the tavern, they might at least have been big enough to pull an oar! or were you thinking on putting them on the same oar together?"
"They will grow into their duties Gunnar, you will see. Jake has a great heart and the other boy, Nicholas, though not as big, seems to have a strong mind. every man to his purpose, but I can not abide by someone like Gorm wasting another man's life. One never knows what the Norns have in store for two young ones such as these."
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