Cut and Run [Flashback]

[Trios]

Timestamp: 6th day of Summer, 486 AV "Sunberth.... I think I can smell it from here" Trios mocked as he began rolling up the mainsail as he dangled high above the deck only supported by the mainmast to which he sat upon. It was easy work, especially when there were a few other riggers to assist in the job of folding up the sails. The young Isur was twenty-five yet didn't look a day past the age of twelve as he taunted and joked with the older riggers that he was assisting. "Petch no, I wash unlike you!" Growled Trios when one man suggested that the smell might have arisen the blue youth. Scowling angrily Trios wrapped his portion of mainsail with a few quick ties of rope on into the sails cringles so that it would be held into place. Another thing Trios had to weary of was his knots on the rope so that it could hold yet easily be untied by skilled hands. It was a few bells before the ship the Empty Night had finnally made port in what Trios had heard to be one of the most choatic places in Mizahar. Good for buisness if one had the nack Benny would say, but he'd also say bad for ones well being if that same buisness plan went to shit. Trios was almost glad the large and musled shipwright didn't ask for assistance for whatever the Captain had planned in port. Yet when Benny had handed the young blue teen a lengthly rope, the Isur's mind raced at what else he'd have to do while his for lack of a better word "boss" was out. "Pull you weak infants.....PULL! The goods must be secured before dusk!" The Boatswain known as Osmond had a yell that was more wailing than thunderous. The man was almost as dark skinned as leather and was a very slender from being a rigger in his early life. The midsummer's heat beat down on the small group of men hauling large crates onto the deck of the ship. Sunberth goods had to be secured on the ship as fast as possible or be fallen victim to thieves, hell the goods that they were hauling were probably stolen themselves but cheap to buy. Plus the profit could be great selling whatever the Captain had purchased if the acquisition of the goods were cheap even if they were from a more nefarious source. The young teen had been given the glorious position of one of the anchors to the ropes. His surprising heavy weight for one half as tall as normal seemed to come close to some of the more rounded and muscled humans that he sailed with. Letting out a grunt of effort Trios twisted the rope so that he was leaning backwards using the weight of his body to alleviate the strain on the arms. Whatever was in the creates Trios thought must have been filled with rocks, as the other crew mates seemed to grunt and curse at the slow progress. What was the worse was that this was only the second crate out of four, Trios wondered if his arms would fall off. "Zen! What in Ivak's sweaty cage in these crates!" Trios grunted trying to sound as tough as the shipwright Benny when he was in a foul state. Any sort of weakness around the crew was a clear opening to be ridiculed, so Trios learned quickly to mask any sort of displeasure. "Donno..whatever it is I hope it's worth this petching effort!" Zen sighed, the last part was said in more of a joke as a few men in the pull grunted their agreement overhearing the conversation. The strain seemed to last for a lifetime before the wooden crate landed with a thud down the main of the ship. Men instantly swarmed over to the large wooden container and more grunts of effort were heard as it was then positioned and secured below deck. "Positions ladies, were halfway done!" Osmond's voice was followed by a chorus of grunts of displeasure as men reset their positions. Ropes were repositioned, tied and in no time the next heavy create was being lifted into the air from the docks.