Post by Fennec on Aug 2, 2023 19:15:57 GMT -5
It was late afternoon in the town of Notice the warm tropical weather that tired out Rook was starting to wane as cooler air began to take over. Rook fanned himself, he was certainly not a fan of tropical heat it was far from he was used to. If anything this heat had made him very hungry! Lucky for himself Notice was a prosperous wealthy town meaning fine dining was a dime a dozen. Walking through the brick streets among buildings decorated by marble pillars he watched as stalls began to close down and young boys began to oil street lamps in preparation for the evening. Rook couldn’t help but think that the oil used was likely shipped from his home island which boasted a strong whaling industry. Even this far south it was a commodity that was most required.
“Oi, oi, oi, oi.”
Rook called out to a boy no older than ten wearing a gray cap and blue coat not too different from the other lantern boys. The boy looked up at Rook and tilted his head curiously; circular blue eyes peered straight at Rook’s own hazel colored ones. To the boy it was rare that someone interrupted his work. Especially a stranger. One whose clothes he didn’t recognize from any island nearby.
“Yes sir?”
He replied, keeping his distance but remaining courteous. The older guy across from him was slightly intimidating as far as he was concerned. Mostly due to his size and different attire.
“Oiiii! You know where I can find some good food, kid?”
That was an odd question, thought the boy. But it was a sensible one if you were a tourist he supposed. Of course, assuming that Rook was a tourist. Little did he know that the young man was in fact an aspiring pirate, a profession that most people dreaded.
“I… well my parents like Diogo’s it's about a block away. Make a left on Palm St and it's right there.”
Rook nodded and took the kid’s advice to heart. He swiftly began his march away and waved at the boy goodbye. The boy gave a confused wave back as he stared at the man taking his leave.
“Oiii! Thanks kiddo!”
But as he neared the restaurant’s location he noticed that he hadn’t asked the boy what sort of food the fine dining restaurant served. Whatever it was, Rook was certain that he wasn’t picky.
Rook | Gun Smoke | (Post Count: 1)
“Oi, oi, oi, oi.”
Rook called out to a boy no older than ten wearing a gray cap and blue coat not too different from the other lantern boys. The boy looked up at Rook and tilted his head curiously; circular blue eyes peered straight at Rook’s own hazel colored ones. To the boy it was rare that someone interrupted his work. Especially a stranger. One whose clothes he didn’t recognize from any island nearby.
“Yes sir?”
He replied, keeping his distance but remaining courteous. The older guy across from him was slightly intimidating as far as he was concerned. Mostly due to his size and different attire.
“Oiiii! You know where I can find some good food, kid?”
That was an odd question, thought the boy. But it was a sensible one if you were a tourist he supposed. Of course, assuming that Rook was a tourist. Little did he know that the young man was in fact an aspiring pirate, a profession that most people dreaded.
“I… well my parents like Diogo’s it's about a block away. Make a left on Palm St and it's right there.”
Rook nodded and took the kid’s advice to heart. He swiftly began his march away and waved at the boy goodbye. The boy gave a confused wave back as he stared at the man taking his leave.
“Oiii! Thanks kiddo!”
But as he neared the restaurant’s location he noticed that he hadn’t asked the boy what sort of food the fine dining restaurant served. Whatever it was, Rook was certain that he wasn’t picky.
Rook | Gun Smoke | (Post Count: 1)