Post by Fisher nó Bryony on Sept 27, 2006 0:43:05 GMT -5
I watched as the other deckhands tried to goad the newest member of their crew into competing with me. It was obvious the new guy thought that competing with a nine year old boy was beneath him, he being of the mature age of sixteen that is.
For the most part, I had been letting the crew make my case, but I decided it was time for me to up the ante. "Never mind men," I called out. "He must not think his skills up to the level of mine. It's probably best he keep his five ducats."
Raising my hand, I waved and turned to head back to the end of the dock and my fishing pole.
"Hold on there," I heard the new guy call. "You can't go saying things like that to me now. Alright then, let's have at it."
Quickly, I smoothed the smile that had bloomed when I heard his voice and turned back to face him as he jumped off the boat.
One of the other crew members took some black grease and made a crude target on one of the pilings. A distance was marked off and the new man and I stood behind the line.
"You can go first," I told him, smiling innocently.
He scoffed, raised his arm and hurled the dagger across the marked off distance. It landed in the piling with a satisfying thud, right in the center of the target. A cheer went up from the rest of the crew and the new guy looked at me with a superior smirk.
Facing the target, I raised my arm, flicked my wrist, and my knife sliced through the air, coming to a halt with it's point buried in the end of his dagger.
A louder cheer went up as well as laughter at the look on the new man's face. He started to protest, but the crew chief came over and laid his hand on my shoulder. "You owe the boy five ducats," he said to the new man. Scowling, the man dug out the coins and thrust them at me. I took them, slipping them into my pocket.
"How do you do that Fisher?" asked the crew chief.
"I aim for the middle," I told him, grinning as I then dashed over and retrieved my knife.
I waved again and trotting out to the end of the dock, the lovely sound of jingling coins accompanying me.
For the most part, I had been letting the crew make my case, but I decided it was time for me to up the ante. "Never mind men," I called out. "He must not think his skills up to the level of mine. It's probably best he keep his five ducats."
Raising my hand, I waved and turned to head back to the end of the dock and my fishing pole.
"Hold on there," I heard the new guy call. "You can't go saying things like that to me now. Alright then, let's have at it."
Quickly, I smoothed the smile that had bloomed when I heard his voice and turned back to face him as he jumped off the boat.
One of the other crew members took some black grease and made a crude target on one of the pilings. A distance was marked off and the new man and I stood behind the line.
"You can go first," I told him, smiling innocently.
He scoffed, raised his arm and hurled the dagger across the marked off distance. It landed in the piling with a satisfying thud, right in the center of the target. A cheer went up from the rest of the crew and the new guy looked at me with a superior smirk.
Facing the target, I raised my arm, flicked my wrist, and my knife sliced through the air, coming to a halt with it's point buried in the end of his dagger.
A louder cheer went up as well as laughter at the look on the new man's face. He started to protest, but the crew chief came over and laid his hand on my shoulder. "You owe the boy five ducats," he said to the new man. Scowling, the man dug out the coins and thrust them at me. I took them, slipping them into my pocket.
"How do you do that Fisher?" asked the crew chief.
"I aim for the middle," I told him, grinning as I then dashed over and retrieved my knife.
I waved again and trotting out to the end of the dock, the lovely sound of jingling coins accompanying me.