The Better Looking Twin

One of the twins of the Holy Wench. Lookout/Deckhand

[silver-spoons-and-salt]

The shoe came down with a heavy thud against the ageing wood, a definitive slam. The rat simply scurried away.

Florian sighed and, muttering curses about rats finding their way into places they shouldn’t be, yanked his shoe back onto the right foot. He narrowed his eyes at the hole the rodent had disappeared into.

“That’s right, coward- you run. I’ll get you one of these days.” he turned- and let out a startled noise when he realized he wasn’t quite as alone as he’d thought.

[niknkit-blog]

Nik let out a small laugh when Florian made his weird noise “Floorman I’m not even sure what that noise was. But I like and you should do it again.” He paused a moment with no indication that Florian was going to make the strange noise again Nik proceeded “I think you got a rat problem. I am here on behalf of…the great and wondrous Nikolas Locke to help you catch and cook the rat.” He said as a matter of factly. Like he wasn’t lying through his teeth

[silver-spoons-and-salt]

Florian wasn’t sure which twin he was speaking to, but he smiled at them, all the same.

“Found the filthy rodent in my things again, this morning,” he told Nik (or Kit? It didn’t’ matter), his hands braced on his hips as he examined the rat’s hole in the floorboards, “It got into my stash of ginger.”

His gaze slid towards the other boy as he said, unsure, “I don’t think I could cook a rat.” He gestured with his hands as he spoke, as if to illustrate his point, “The meat is probably…stringy, hard to cook. Not very nutritious.” 

[niknkit-blog]

NIk shrugged “I suppose you know better than I do when it comes to cooking.”

“However I think that we could be doing better things than chasing rats through the deck of the ship.” He took Florian by the arm and started leading him out from the kitchen and then stopped abruptly “WAIT” he took florian by the shoulders and looked him right in the eyes. His nose practically touching Florian’s “I need a bread. That you cooked. Specifically your bread. Bread made by you. Got it?”

[silver-spoons-and-salt]

Florian blinked in surprise and jerked backwards, although he didn’t get very far with Nik gripping his shoulders. He smiled nervously.

“Are you sure you want some bread? Supper is in a few hours and you probably shouldn’t spoil your appetite…” Florian trailed off as he realized the boy didn’t necessarily want his bread for eating, considering the way the crew complained about his baking. “I burnt a few loaves. They’re over there.” He gestured to a small pile of questionable-looking loaves, his tone defeated.

[niknkit-blog]

“Ah! shukraan lika, hulwat kaekat alqarfa!” He smiles and grabbed one bread testing it briefly. He tossed one to Florian “these are perfect.” He took off his shirt then. “Alright now then we have a mission, that is to infiltrate the captains quarters and find her left boot. Let’s go.”

[tabibalmuqaddas-blog]

niknkit:

“Well you see I already lost that one earlier today and I had just found it, so I don’t much care for losing it again.” It was true. He threw it at or around the captain earlier to tell her that he has seen nothing from the crow’s nest.

“then perhaps that is a sign that you should stop betting.” fatima gave him a look, her distaste expressed in the pursing of her lips.

[niknkit-blog]

“Uhm gamble? Like with money? Nah. Never done that. Maybe Nik has though.” He shrugged and sat back down. Taking off his other shoe. “I’ll have to ask the captain for the other one back soon I suppose.”

[tabibalmuqaddas-blog]

niknkit:

“Uhm they’ll be fine. That why we have the best doctor on the seas!” He jumped up “I’d bet…my brother Nik’s left shoe on it”

“mhmm.” fatima grinned, her arms crossing across her chest. “why not your right shoe?”

[niknkit-blog]

“Well you see I already lost that one earlier today and I had just found it, so I don’t much care for losing it again.” It was true. He threw it at or around the captain earlier to tell her that he has seen nothing from the crow’s nest.

[niknkit-blog]

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRxofEmo3HA )

Nik watched the other ship approach with watching intently with an apple in hand. It was a perfect situation for some fun.

The other ship finally made its way along the side of the Holy Wench and made a rather poor attempt to board. The Wench’s crew took them completely by surprise. He smiled to himself and whistled as he walked along the his mast and onto the next ship.

He dropped from the other ships mast, landing on one of the opposing crew’s shoulder’s. He stuck the apple in this fellow’s mouth, knocking him upside the head and into other member’s of his crew. He eventually stabbed the fellow in the neck, dragging him behind him to the closest door. 

Nik, by complete chance, and no fault of his own...found himself in the opposing ship’s captain’s quarter’s, propping the dead fellow up next to the door. How he had made it here unharmed other then a few minor cuts was small part skill and small part luck. He looked at the fellow briefly, it wasn’t the first time that Nik had killed someone, but no one else had to know that. As far as anyone else was concerned Nik found this fellow here. 

He had just started rummaging through the captain’s drawers when surprisingly one of his crew mates popped in. “Oh, uh, don’t mind Kevin” he said pointing to the dead man “He’s standing guard for me. But he’s apparently doing a bad bad job since you’re here.” He sat in the captain’s chair and made a point to give the body a disapproving look. “Did you come to relieve Kevin of his post?”

[silver-spoons-and-salt]

The shoe came down with a heavy thud against the ageing wood, a definitive slam. The rat simply scurried away.

Florian sighed and, muttering curses about rats finding their way into places they shouldn’t be, yanked his shoe back onto the right foot. He narrowed his eyes at the hole the rodent had disappeared into.

“That’s right, coward- you run. I’ll get you one of these days.” he turned- and let out a startled noise when he realized he wasn’t quite as alone as he’d thought.

[niknkit-blog]

Nik let out a small laugh when Florian made his weird noise “Floorman I’m not even sure what that noise was. But I like and you should do it again.” He paused a moment with no indication that Florian was going to make the strange noise again Nik proceeded “I think you got a rat problem. I am here on behalf of…the great and wondrous Nikolas Locke to help you catch and cook the rat.” He said as a matter of factly. Like he wasn’t lying through his teeth

[silver-spoons-and-salt]

Florian wasn’t sure which twin he was speaking to, but he smiled at them, all the same.

“Found the filthy rodent in my things again, this morning,” he told Nik (or Kit? It didn’t’ matter), his hands braced on his hips as he examined the rat’s hole in the floorboards, “It got into my stash of ginger.”

His gaze slid towards the other boy as he said, unsure, “I don’t think I could cook a rat.” He gestured with his hands as he spoke, as if to illustrate his point, “The meat is probably…stringy, hard to cook. Not very nutritious.” 

[niknkit-blog]

NIk shrugged “I suppose you know better than I do when it comes to cooking.”

“However I think that we could be doing better things than chasing rats through the deck of the ship.” He took Florian by the arm and started leading him out from the kitchen and then stopped abruptly “WAIT” he took florian by the shoulders and looked him right in the eyes. His nose practically touching Florian’s “I need a bread. That you cooked. Specifically your bread. Bread made by you. Got it?”

[tabibalmuqaddas-blog]

niknkit:

“I mean…” Nik thought for a moment. “…there is a good chance that I have been showing off my boxing skills.” He said from his spot in the corner. “I can’t remember if I’m the twin that can fight though.”

“yes, well if you could perhaps restrain yourself? i’d prefer not to have most of the crew in the infirmary in the event that we get boarded.”

[niknkit-blog]

“Uhm they’ll be fine. That why we have the best doctor on the seas!” He jumped up “I’d bet...my brother Nik’s left shoe on it”

[niknkit-blog]

“Hey uh, captain said that you have to relieve me. Come on and ill show you what to do.” Nik wasn’t actually sure who he was talking to until he had already spoken. This may or may not have been a small miscalculation. 

[silver-spoons-and-salt]

The shoe came down with a heavy thud against the ageing wood, a definitive slam. The rat simply scurried away.

Florian sighed and, muttering curses about rats finding their way into places they shouldn’t be, yanked his shoe back onto the right foot. He narrowed his eyes at the hole the rodent had disappeared into.

“That’s right, coward- you run. I’ll get you one of these days.” he turned- and let out a startled noise when he realized he wasn’t quite as alone as he’d thought.

[niknkit-blog]

Nik let out a small laugh when Florian made his weird noise “Floorman I’m not even sure what that noise was. But I like and you should do it again.” He paused a moment with no indication that Florian was going to make the strange noise again Nik proceeded “I think you got a rat problem. I am here on behalf of...the great and wondrous Nikolas Locke to help you catch and cook the rat.” He said as a matter of factly. Like he wasn’t lying through his teeth

[tabibalmuqaddas-blog]

“we’ve been at sea for less than two days and i’ve already seen half of this crew in my infirmary.”

[niknkit-blog]

“I mean...” Nik thought for a moment. “...there is a good chance that I have been showing off my boxing skills.” He said from his spot in the corner. “I can’t remember if I’m the twin that can fight though.”