7th day of Fall, 511 AV Since The Star of Denval left port in Zeltiva, Nathan had been working minor tasks, not really handling the major sailing. He had become too used to the bilge for his liking, and took a chance to chat with the passangers whenever he could. But at the moment, Nathan was in his usual resting spot under the stairs to where the captain steered the ship, resting after working all morning. His cloaks were packed away, along with his robes. In fact, he only wore a white linen shirt and black breeches; his boots were anchored between his backpack and rucksack. Slipping once on the slick deck left Nathan with a bruise on his temple and the knowledge that barefeet was safer than his new boots. The stairs provided some shade from the sun overhead, but when his relief doubled, Nathan knew it wasn't natural. Looking up, Nathan stared up at the round, chubby face of Sagathanus Tolly, the head cook on the ship. A white apron was covered his round stomach, which sagged over the belt he wore. His breeches were rolled up, and he too was barefoot, revealing disgusting feet that seemed to not be washed often. Because of his pig resemblence, he was usually in the cooking area. And he never spoke to Nathan unless he wanted him to help cook. Letting it slip once that he had cooked since moving into his own cottage landed him part-time work cooking the crew's meals. "You're going to cook the crew's meal while I cook for the passengers." Sag, as he was called by all on the ship, enjoyed to put his time into cooking the passengers's meals, as they were more important in his eyes. Plus whenever I messed up, he could just say it was all my fault, and he was spending his time tending the paying customers. Which Nathan never had much to do anyway; salted beef, dried peas, and sailor biscuits didn't require much cooking. "Will the passengers be getting broiled lamb or grilled salmon this evening?" Nathan asked in return, standing to face the cook. "And should I save the scraps off their plates for our dessert?" Chuckling at the scowl Sag gave him, Nathan stepped passed him, and through the door where the cooking was done. |