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It's a boat party.
She may have been a bit impulsive when she declared to the entire tavern last night that there would be a celebration on the Blind Eye tonight, but she has the rum and the food, so why not?
It's just the room that she's starting to lack, people starting to congregate on the docks. She's a bit worried that the city watch will be on her back.
"Enjoying yourself?" She asks as she makes her way through the crowd.
"Long as I get paid." Tuck says with a laugh before setting down the ingot, forgetting he’d been holding it all along. "I’ll give you two silver for each."
"Oh, you'll get paid," she laughs, opening her hand for the silver. "Tomorrow then?"
"None." He shrugs, "least I never thought to ask anyone I’ve met if they were." Tucker adds quickly before he thinks on it for a moment. "I’ve heard it said a few times that we’re all a bit similar, something about holding grudges I think. Stories also say the Roewynian mountains was where the dragons once bred. Doesn’t mean they’re much more than stories. I reckon if folks could kill them, they did and maybe it was a good thing, maybe it wasn’t. But they didn’t get them all."
Baker chuckles. "Well, maybe she'll try to kill you then, who knows. Sure she'll pay well for the pleasure."
He watches her proclamation and only laughs at the cheers that it incites as the crowd praises the Captain. “Aye, that it should.” The drinks land on the table and he holds his up to Baker. “To staring down death with a belly full of rum.”
Baker laughs, clicking their glasses together. "Always with a belly full of rum, what other way is there?"
"Nay, but enough of ‘em are pretty like minded." Tucker says with a shrug, still unsure but still somehow trusting by nature. He smiles before winking with his confirmation. "But I said I’d be there, also said she could try."
"How many Alyharians have you met?" She asks, "Many would say Roewynians are all the same, they were conquers not long ago and they're the ones that killed off the dragons, at least that's how the stories go."
"The best solution really." Sarad laughs as he finishes his drink and gestures for another round. "Yes, very intimate. You, me, the crew and fifty or so of everyone’s closest friends?" Remembering sailors don’t have many friends he adds quickly. "Or also just some nice passers by that look like they can drink and the folks here at the Truth?"
"Sounds about right," Baker says with a laugh before standing up on her chair and announcing to the tavern that tey were invited to her ship the next evening. "That should do it really," she says as she sits back down. "Now for that round."
"I’ll be there." Tuck says with a nod before he pauses after her last comment, waiting a beat as gears turn and smoke all but shoots from his ears before he asks honestly. "Is she going to try and kill me?"
"Yes, I am sending you to your death," she says, with a hearty laugh. "Not all Alyharians are bad you know, you reckon all Roewynians are the same?"
"Some intentions, I can only guess." He hums before he takes another drink, considering what’s been hanging over his dreams since their arrival and deciding once again not to bring it up. "Besides, there are a few cautionary tales for seers who share to eagerly their interpretations, only to have gotten it wrong."
"Let's not worry about it," Baker decides, it's mostly her fifth drink talking. "We should do something nice for the crew. Maybe a large, intimate get together on the ship to - christian it?"
"Well I’m only here some mornings, and most of my afternoons are wide open." Tucker shrugs, not knowing when the last time was that he did something purely for the sake of doing something. "S’pose I just like to keep busy."
"I can tell," she says. "Find me tomorrow morning at the Naked Truth and I'll take you down to meet my mum." She likes him, just like she had liked his sister when she had met her. "You should know that she's Alyharian though."
"Of course." He says it like it’s obvious, because at this point it has to be. "And how do you think your parents want us to use ‘em?"
Baker shrugs. "My parents probably just want to protect us. It happens when they give all their dozens of children a ship on their sixteenth birthday," she jokes. "You're the seer anyways, you tell me what's going to happen, remember?"
He feels like it’s an accusation and simply nods, for a moment thinking the door would burst off it’s hinges to reveal armed guards if he admitted to it out loud. “Don’t need better work, I like my work. But could do with some more work, maybe.” Tuck shrugged as he scratched the back of his head somewhat nervously and suddenly wishing he had something to hide behind. “Where can I find her?”
"When you going to have time for more work," Baker says with a laugh. "There are only so many hours in the day. Don't work yourself thin. A man has to eat and sleep and even enjoy himself sometimes."
"Aye, that they do Captain." Sarad nods, never disputing Baker’s commitment to her crew and friends before he laughs. "You just want me to tell you that yours are somehow bigger than Duke’s."
"As if I need you to tell me that, of course mine are bigger." In reality, they're exactly the same. "Anyways, I've always been told it's how you use your guns that's important."
"Have enough to get what I need, but the work I do here is for simple copper. It’s an apprenticeship, so learning somethin’ new is payment enough." Tuck shrugs, always able to get the coin he needed if he needed it, anything extra went to those who needed it more than he. "Ah that’s no good, s’pose I’ll have to try and haggle you for these then."
"You're a metal mage, aren't you?" She asks. "You know, if you want better work, you should talk to my Mum, she's a ship builder. Sure she'd pay ya a bit better if I spoke to her." She leans over the counter. "Hey, Rufus, you need to be paying this boy more or we're going to steal him."
He considers this, but says little else on the subject. “As you say, Captain.” Sarad nods before he feels a slight tug of a smile at the thought of blasting Sevalin slavers out of the water. “I don’t want anybody to get hurt, just because of me… But.. I am tired of running.”
"Sarad," she says, turning serious. "You're my best mate, and I would blast them all out of the water for you. Plus, they totally deserve it." She smiles and reaches over to punch him in the shoulder. "Now, I will show you the guns tomorrow so you can imagine how good it will be."
"Not enough, never enough." Tuck only half jokes as he smiles and picks up the first ingot, feeling the weight easily enough in his hand. "Why, you have more crates that need moving?"
"Are you short on gold?" Baker asks, looking around the shop. "Is he being grubby with his pay? Do I need to talk to him?" She asks with a wink. "Sadly, we're all unloaded, even the crews personals have been moved to land."
"Aye, I agree Captain. But then why add the canons? Why make us stay?" He takes a drink before he says what’s been on his mind at last. "Every day we stay here we risk being found by House Patil… I risk being found."
"My mother was born in Alyhar. I am sure that's a factor." She hums for a second, leaning back in her chair. "Then we'll sail out," she says simply. "Or we use our new bigger guns on them."
"Were you lookin’ to buy or sell?" Tuck asks as he emerges from the back at the chime of the bell. The boss was out this week and he was left to run most the day to day until the man’s son came in in the afternoon to take over.
"Sell, always sell," Baker says to the familiar face. "How many jobs do you have now?" She jokes as she places the metal ingots on the table.
