Sir Osis
The last thing he needed was for some random dude he knew to run unto him at the bakery and ask why he had abandoned his home. It was time for a change in scenery anyway. Endless water was not ideal, but it would do. He rode down to the docks and found the merchant captain who he had met the other day.
“Oh. It’s you again. If you plan to be singing, I suggest you stay out of the way this time.” He paused for a moment before deciding to continue. “And sing something other than that rowdy drinking crap. That’s all I ever hear.”
“In actuality, I did not come here to sing. I am here to inquire as to a job in your crew—or any crew, if you have the knowledge of one in need and have no need of your own.”
He sighed and looked Sir Osis up and down. “Have you ever sailed before?”
“No, I have never had that experience, if you make the exception of taking a fishing boat across a lake or river on rare occasions.”
“There’s the owner of a boat by the name of Erik—the man, not the boat, and I believe he is short some crew after they had a bad case of the scurvy. If you tell him Joseph sent you, he will probably hire you.”
“Thank you for your—”
“Best catch him before he leaves,” he says, pointing at a man in blue clothing, leaning against some crates.
Sir Osis rushed over to Erik and introduced himself. Erik was not thrilled about his lack of sailing experience, but appreciated that he was over the age of ten. He couldn’t handle any more scrawny mama’s boys than he had, he said. It was settled that Sir Osis could sleep on board the ship with the crew until they set sail again the next day, and Captain Erik left to take care of his own business over at Uncle Peter’s.
Now there was the matter of Alphonse. He had been a gift and served him well, but he could hardly be brought onto a ship for months at a time. It wouldn’t be good for him anyway. Sir Osis dismounted and stroked Alphonse’s fur until he was ready. Then he led him to the market area and sold him to an old farmer.
The last piece of his old life gone, Sir Osis of the Liver, or rather, just Osis now went back to the docks and found his ship. When he told the mate who he was, he briefly showed Osis around before going back to a nap, and Osis went below deck. Most of the crew was enjoying their time on land, but there was at least one man in the sleeping quarters, who seemed very happy to see Osis and immediately introduced himself as Edwin.
“You can take this hammock next to me,” Edwin said with a grin.
“I indeed appreciate how welcoming you are being toward me.”
Edwin pressed his hand against Osis’s back. “Don’t even mention it. I’m sure we’ll be getting along very well from now on.
“Oh. It’s you again. If you plan to be singing, I suggest you stay out of the way this time.” He paused for a moment before deciding to continue. “And sing something other than that rowdy drinking crap. That’s all I ever hear.”
“In actuality, I did not come here to sing. I am here to inquire as to a job in your crew—or any crew, if you have the knowledge of one in need and have no need of your own.”
He sighed and looked Sir Osis up and down. “Have you ever sailed before?”
“No, I have never had that experience, if you make the exception of taking a fishing boat across a lake or river on rare occasions.”
“There’s the owner of a boat by the name of Erik—the man, not the boat, and I believe he is short some crew after they had a bad case of the scurvy. If you tell him Joseph sent you, he will probably hire you.”
“Thank you for your—”
“Best catch him before he leaves,” he says, pointing at a man in blue clothing, leaning against some crates.
Sir Osis rushed over to Erik and introduced himself. Erik was not thrilled about his lack of sailing experience, but appreciated that he was over the age of ten. He couldn’t handle any more scrawny mama’s boys than he had, he said. It was settled that Sir Osis could sleep on board the ship with the crew until they set sail again the next day, and Captain Erik left to take care of his own business over at Uncle Peter’s.
Now there was the matter of Alphonse. He had been a gift and served him well, but he could hardly be brought onto a ship for months at a time. It wouldn’t be good for him anyway. Sir Osis dismounted and stroked Alphonse’s fur until he was ready. Then he led him to the market area and sold him to an old farmer.
The last piece of his old life gone, Sir Osis of the Liver, or rather, just Osis now went back to the docks and found his ship. When he told the mate who he was, he briefly showed Osis around before going back to a nap, and Osis went below deck. Most of the crew was enjoying their time on land, but there was at least one man in the sleeping quarters, who seemed very happy to see Osis and immediately introduced himself as Edwin.
“You can take this hammock next to me,” Edwin said with a grin.
“I indeed appreciate how welcoming you are being toward me.”
Edwin pressed his hand against Osis’s back. “Don’t even mention it. I’m sure we’ll be getting along very well from now on.
