| The 7th of Fall, 513 AV
Early Morning, the Shipyard |
Early Morning, the Shipyard |
The sun was just perching over the water but most of the cottage was still dim to the light sleeper. It's rays peeked in though the small window by the table, the glare reached past and barely skimmed the side of Ketrick's face. It was just enough to seep under his eyelids, his conscious gaining to. He sat up right, throwing the rough blanket off his bare body with a grunt and leaned back on his elbows, adjusting to the early morning.
It wasn't much of a hassle to get ready for the day. Grubby clothes are the best he has for work, as the days would always consist of sweat, grime and wood shavings. Today would be his tenth day of work as shipwright. How lucky he felt for it, and with that he wanted to succeed in coming early. It was twelve chimes since he had locked up and left his cottage. With no excuses to cater to in what little free time he had, he was off to hang by the shoreline of the ocean, easing into his sense of calmness and clarity before handling the bustle of sailors and other workers at the docks.
"Lookie 'ere, the Queenlee boy showed," Two silhouettes stood in the distance ahead, the familiar voice of the male choked out the statement with a hit from his wood pipe. Both co-workers from the shipyard of course, and just like the rest, they only seemed to know him by his last lame. Middle son of the worthy shipwright Broden Queenlee. It had a nice ring to it, and all seemed okay to be known for his father's work. It did get his foot in the door. But Ketrick was here to earn his own place in business. He is skilled by his father's hand, yes, but he was not willing to stay in the shadow of his old man. "All ready for the lazy day ahead, I bet." This time the woman spoke, as Ketrick rounded closer to the two. they both laughed sarcastically with her words, taunting the newbie as he approached the smoke circle. The male automatically handed Ketrick the wood piece to hit from.
He snagged it from his hand without question, inhaling deep from the mouthpiece. A small cough pressed up through ketrick's chest, crooked grin lingering on his lips as the smoke rolled off his tongue. "I'll take what I can get." It was a simple statement from Ketrick, an there was nothing more to it. He was, of course, a newer builder at the docks and he had no real voice when it came to to the job. But that was part of the whole business. Ketrick has to work for his title, nothing is ever given so easily. He has to suck it up and take it if he wanted to get where he knows he should be. These two builders seemed to enjoy it, Ketrick never caught their names. They just found him through the bustle two days before and kept him to their own. There where no complaints about it from Queenlee. "That'a boy," The man perked through thin lips, "You'll find your catch soon, stick to your senses mate." He ended his words with a hard smack to Ketrick's back, and made him choke on his last puff from the smoke pipe before passing it back.
The conversation didn't get much further. It was only a small meeting before the day started, something to calm the mind before jumping into the Shipyard and handling out like savages. And from what Ketrick had seen, all the workers where pretty serious about their duties. He knew that feeling too well. But this couple kept a positive outlook on the situation, and it felt like they where trying to show Ketrick how to carry an uplifting vibe to the hubbub of the docks."There's a good twenty chimes left till I time in, I'm gonna head that way," Ketrick implied with a light tone and a small nod to the side, in direction of the docks. The woman simply smiled with no word, noticeably not ready to leave just yet. Surely the man felt the same, and he was just as easy about it. "I'm sure I'll find you both through the rush of it all." There was no doubt in his head. Ketricks boots shifted in the sand to a turn, heading off to the shipyard in a early start.
