3rd of Summer, 510 AV
It was his 4th day into travelling with the Svefra and Wa'djinnabi was, frankly, bored. The pod of ships were drifting along and lazily tacking to the north along the blue vein. The young Eypharian could still see the hazy outline of the Eyktol coast and the lush greenery that living on the coast entailed. Though early on in their journey the dunes of the desert actually met the sea itself. Djinn wondered why this place would have trees and plants and other places had simple sand. There was something there but he did not know enough about the likely complex subjects necessary to come to a conclusion.
Some of the blue eyed sailors were hard at work, swabbing down the decks or cooking while others lounged in covered awnings of fabric with careless indolence. They often would regard the six armed lad with lazy and content smiles and then tell him to get to a chore. Being neither a svefra nor one of the family, he was the lowest in the pecking order and while not given the worst tasks, he could be commanded by anyone, even the gangly youths, and be expected to obey.
At first Djinn grew indignant at the treatment. But he endured due to the lia's condition for his passage. It was this, or he could swim his way back to land. In truth, he did not actually mind doing the work. Decks needed washing, as did clothes and cookware. And he was not overworked or treated badly, he just was an outsider living among the people of the sea.
But he was slowly making friends. Often the young man would drift over to the helmsman, who was in turn often the navigator. When he did not need to work, or was given a break, he would watch the man and his eclectic instruments of the trade. Today was like those other days, but Djinn had his back to the man, kicking his legs over the water as they drifted north.
"Hey. Kid, c'mere." D'jinn looked around, before the voice repeated itself, "Yeah you, boy with the extra pits. Get over here." The eypharian, used to the taunts by now jumped up and found the navigator looking at him. He made his way over to the navigator and looked down on the shorter man. "Hold this wheel for me. Don't let it turn." Both eyebrows over hazel eyes drifted up and almost made it into his short curly hairline but he did as was told. The helmsman never let anyone touch the wheel. Even the lia got a dirty look when she took over the wheel without asking. So letting him, an outsider? Unthinkable. And yet here they were.
There was resistance in the wheel and he could feel something constantly pulling the thing from one side to another so keeping the pegs straight was an effort. He looked at the navigator, who was in turn looking at him with a thoughtful expression. "Ever sailed before boy?" He asked, scratching his silver flecked beard. Djinn shook his head and turned back to the wheel, focusing on it as a sudden jerk to it nearly loosened his grip. He added a few more arms to help stabilize their heading. "Tell you what, I'll teach you a bit and in return you work for me. Anyone tell you, you got to do anything, tell them to come talk to me. My name is Elzo." Elzo slapped an arm on the taller young man's shoulder who replied, "Wa'djinnabi, my friends call me Djinn."
Elzo smirked, "So does that make us friends, Djinn? You might want to wait until after I tell you what you to do." Djinn grew worried at the spreading smile on Elzo's face but turned his attention back to the wheel. "Good man, priority should always be to the wheel when steering. Alright boy. Time to learn a bit so you don't seem like the landlubber you really are. Really, can't believe Lia Tempest brought you on." He muttered a bit before continuing. "So this here boat, is called a Palivar. Those ones off the port bow are Casinors and the one off the starboard bow is another Palivar and is the lia's personal ship. The Casinor is sort of a family ship, a single person could sail it if they needed to, but couples and their children tend to use them." He then went on to teach Djinn on the anatomy of each boat, how the sails and rigging work to move the boat using the wind, as well as the rudder. He demonstrated on how the wheel's every movement translated to a shift in their heading and how to tack in various situation. As the older man spoke, Djinn grew more and more concerned, it was useful information and he was doing an admirable job keeping the ship going the direction they needed, but the job Elzo expected of him worried him.
What could it possibly be?
My words
Their words
It was his 4th day into travelling with the Svefra and Wa'djinnabi was, frankly, bored. The pod of ships were drifting along and lazily tacking to the north along the blue vein. The young Eypharian could still see the hazy outline of the Eyktol coast and the lush greenery that living on the coast entailed. Though early on in their journey the dunes of the desert actually met the sea itself. Djinn wondered why this place would have trees and plants and other places had simple sand. There was something there but he did not know enough about the likely complex subjects necessary to come to a conclusion.
Some of the blue eyed sailors were hard at work, swabbing down the decks or cooking while others lounged in covered awnings of fabric with careless indolence. They often would regard the six armed lad with lazy and content smiles and then tell him to get to a chore. Being neither a svefra nor one of the family, he was the lowest in the pecking order and while not given the worst tasks, he could be commanded by anyone, even the gangly youths, and be expected to obey.
At first Djinn grew indignant at the treatment. But he endured due to the lia's condition for his passage. It was this, or he could swim his way back to land. In truth, he did not actually mind doing the work. Decks needed washing, as did clothes and cookware. And he was not overworked or treated badly, he just was an outsider living among the people of the sea.
But he was slowly making friends. Often the young man would drift over to the helmsman, who was in turn often the navigator. When he did not need to work, or was given a break, he would watch the man and his eclectic instruments of the trade. Today was like those other days, but Djinn had his back to the man, kicking his legs over the water as they drifted north.
"Hey. Kid, c'mere." D'jinn looked around, before the voice repeated itself, "Yeah you, boy with the extra pits. Get over here." The eypharian, used to the taunts by now jumped up and found the navigator looking at him. He made his way over to the navigator and looked down on the shorter man. "Hold this wheel for me. Don't let it turn." Both eyebrows over hazel eyes drifted up and almost made it into his short curly hairline but he did as was told. The helmsman never let anyone touch the wheel. Even the lia got a dirty look when she took over the wheel without asking. So letting him, an outsider? Unthinkable. And yet here they were.
There was resistance in the wheel and he could feel something constantly pulling the thing from one side to another so keeping the pegs straight was an effort. He looked at the navigator, who was in turn looking at him with a thoughtful expression. "Ever sailed before boy?" He asked, scratching his silver flecked beard. Djinn shook his head and turned back to the wheel, focusing on it as a sudden jerk to it nearly loosened his grip. He added a few more arms to help stabilize their heading. "Tell you what, I'll teach you a bit and in return you work for me. Anyone tell you, you got to do anything, tell them to come talk to me. My name is Elzo." Elzo slapped an arm on the taller young man's shoulder who replied, "Wa'djinnabi, my friends call me Djinn."
Elzo smirked, "So does that make us friends, Djinn? You might want to wait until after I tell you what you to do." Djinn grew worried at the spreading smile on Elzo's face but turned his attention back to the wheel. "Good man, priority should always be to the wheel when steering. Alright boy. Time to learn a bit so you don't seem like the landlubber you really are. Really, can't believe Lia Tempest brought you on." He muttered a bit before continuing. "So this here boat, is called a Palivar. Those ones off the port bow are Casinors and the one off the starboard bow is another Palivar and is the lia's personal ship. The Casinor is sort of a family ship, a single person could sail it if they needed to, but couples and their children tend to use them." He then went on to teach Djinn on the anatomy of each boat, how the sails and rigging work to move the boat using the wind, as well as the rudder. He demonstrated on how the wheel's every movement translated to a shift in their heading and how to tack in various situation. As the older man spoke, Djinn grew more and more concerned, it was useful information and he was doing an admirable job keeping the ship going the direction they needed, but the job Elzo expected of him worried him.
What could it possibly be?
My words
Their words
