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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
“...I’m sorry to hear that. Do you remember it?”
Yuna had a sad look about her. Not surprising, he supposed, though Faris had grown quite tired of that look whenever he told his tale. He shrugged. ”My first memory. Clinging to that wood, being tossed about in the storm. I went under once or twice. I’d’ve died if there hadn’t been such a fire in me.”
A fire and a grand heaping of luck. It was a miracle he’d survived at all. Maybe that was why the pirates had clung to him with such a steadfast resolve.
”But there’s not a thing to pity. My crew’s my family, and I’ve grown into a man to be proud of.” Faris paused. Was his father proud of him? They’d only met once on his dying breath. He doubted the man had known enough of him for that, and the thought brought a twinge of pain to his heart. Still, it didn’t matter much in the end. Faris carried his own pride, and there was nothing more important than that.
Yuna didn’t like his piracy. That was clear enough in her eyes, and Faris felt a sudden unease watching her. He’d expected it of course, but it still didn’t settle right. Soon enough, her good heart would reject him. He’d known it would only be a matter of time.
She was a ‘lady lady,’ and ladies didn’t associate with pirates.
”...No. You’re right. That’s probably not something I could ever understand very well.” That was all she said. It wasn’t a rejection out right, but it left some words buried under the sands. People didn’t tend to associate much with what they didn’t understand.
Their whiskey landed at the right time. They both stopped their chatter to take a heavy swallow, and Faris relished the burn on his tongue. It distracted him from what he feared most. In that moment at least.
There was silence between them, and Yuna’s eyes flickered back to him. Was she thinking of the best way to turn him down? She was a tactful woman and a kind one. Surely, she’d try for the softest she could manage, but then she spoke. What she said, Faris couldn’t have possibly imagined.
”Do you have a ship here too?”
He blinked once. Twice. A ship here? Did she really mean…?
He broke out into a wide grin, shooting up in his excitement. ”You’d come along?” He felt the liquor touch at his heart -- warm and inviting. He hadn’t felt this bright in some time. ”I’ve not a ship, no, but I can still sail. There’s a boat I’ve taken too -- crewed by two. I can manage on my own unless you’d like a lesson.”
He laughed. That was exactly what he needed most. A day away from the shore, away from Bartz and Krile and anything else holding him down. The company of a beautiful woman was as much a bonus as he’d ever seen.
”Would you come now or would you wait until the morning?”
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Yuna was silent in thought. It was a better reaction than Faris had expected from such a soft-hearted girl. It wasn’t instant chiding, anyway, and it told him there was more behind her eyes than just justice. She was one to consider the circumstances before she made a judgement. He could respect that -- no matter what came next -- but that didn’t mean he liked the quiet between them. It made him squirm.
Still, he waited, and his patience paid off. But why steal from ships?” she asked. ”Why not on land?” Faris recoiled and then stared at her, wondering if she was joking. When she showed nothing more embarrassment, he laughed. Hard.
”Now there’s a thought!” He said and then grinned. ”Aye, it’s dangerous lass, but there’s nothing holding you back but the waves. You can sail for ages without a soul in sight, and no one’s going to tell you otherwise. It’s my home, I’d say. I’d not turn my back on it.”
From her sputtering, it seemed she hadn’t said exactly what she’d meant, but her priorities were already set in order. His safety first. His morals second. He felt a kind of fondness swell within him. Whatever she said next, she could take it. She’d proven herself worthy of that.
And what she did say didn’t offend him much either. There must be a safer way. No mention of his moral character. No ’you’re a better person than that, I know it.’ That’s what he’d hated the most. The pretension. Caius had overflowed with it.
”It’s not my only option,” Faris said and then paused, scratching at the side of his head. ”Er. I mean it’s the only one now. With who I’m paired with at any rate. But back home…” Faris stopped. He wasn’t making much sense, was he?
”I was raised by pirates,” he said. ”Right on the deck of a ship. They plucked me from the water floating on a stick of wood. I’d’ve drowned if they hadn’t hauled me onboard.” He shook his head. ”The sea’s my home,” he said again. ”The freedom, the thrills. My crew’s my family. We take what we want, but we live by a code of our own. The laws aren’t made for us.”
Faris looked her in the eye. ”Now you’re free to judge. I don’t want you holding back, lass, but that’s the way of it. Your friend tried to tell me I was a better person than that. I’m not. I’d throw myself in the fire if it meant saving a life, and I’ve gone to the edge of the world to save it, but that doesn’t mean I’ve got a noble heart. I’m not like you and I’m not like him, and that’s not something you have to accept.”
He smiled at her. ”But I wish I could take you out to sea,” he said. ”On my sea, mind, not yours. I could show you the beauty of it. The bitter wind, the endless sky, the sunset beaming off the water.” He laughed to himself. ”And then we’d have a night of drinking and stories! You’d like my crew, I think. And anyone who messes with a friend of mine would spend a night in the brig.”
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Hovering over land? Faris gave her the kind of look usually reserved for geniuses and madmen. It seemed that she’d gone a tad too far into the future for his tastes. Schools flying. Sailing the seas like ships. It was enough to make his head spin. He supposed that was what happened when he was dropped between such a diverse lot. There were wanderers from places of war and discord, of honor and gunfire. Now that had been a nasty shock. Cannons small enough to hold in your hand? It was all he could do to take it in stride.
”I don’t mind a long story,” he said. ”It sounds like quite the tale. I’ve heard of flying ships, but whole schools? I can hardly get a picture of it.”
He couldn’t get a handle on her either if he was telling the truth. She was a spitfire, he thought, but she had a good heart and a streak of childish innocence that didn’t quite match her rebel’s fire. If she hadn’t told him, he’d never have guessed she’d fought against nations. He wouldn’t have guessed the same of her dog either.
He laughed. ”It seems he’s in agreement,” he said and ruffled the dog’s fur. Angelo looked a tad perturbed before he shook his head and barked again. He was a friendly beast that was for sure. Faris beamed back at him.
”I’m sure he’d take on the world with you,” he said. ”No matter the storm. That’s how you know he’s a real friend. I’d count you lucky.”
Lucky to not be alone. Faris would have given anything to see Syldra’s face again. She had a certain gleam to her eye as she breached the waves and called for Faris to stroke her snout. They’d been like sisters. He’d lost two of those now.
”My family?” Faris paused. Krile and Bartz? He’d never thought of it that way, really. They were friends. Good friends he’d have trusted with his life and then some. Krile...aye, he would call her his sister in a heartbeat. But Bartz…
”That airhead’s lost just about every thought of me. It’s something to do with the wind here, I think. I’ve met a few that can’t so much as recall their names.” He sighed. ”We’re lucky in that regard. Aye, he’s got everything about himself. All up until he met me.”
Something throbbed in his chest. He shook his head.
”But I’ll be looking out for him whether he cares for me or not. I made a promise once. It’s not one I’m keen on breaking.”
He looked at Rinoa and shifted his weight. It was best to turn to other matters. ”What of you?” he asked. ”You must’ve had a crew of your own, taking on nations like that. Any luck in finding them?”
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“I’m sorry. That was a lot of sides to see of each other for a first date, wasn't it?”
Yuna looked genuinely bashful as she said it, and Faris laughed. It was a cute kind of look -- all flustered and self-conscious. Yuna had a good soul, he could tell. She was the kind of girl he wouldn’t mind spending more time with. Though she was a tad young for his particular tastes.
”That’s the point of it all, isn’t it?” He gave a slanted grin. ”Now I don’t know much about these ’dates,’ but I’d think it best to get it all out in the open. No masks. No lies. It’s best to really know a person if you’re out for a match. I’ve never cared much for playing at who I am.”
He shook his head. He knew it wasn’t the usual and perhaps could be seen as bold, but that was just the kind of man he was. Maybe that was why he liked meeting new friends over a pint of ale. It was hard to wear a mask when you were swimming with liquor.
”My work?” Faris hesitated. Now there was an awkward idea. Part of him wanted to brush by it with a vague wave of his hand. ’A sailor, a hired sword, nothing special.’ But hadn’t he just gone on about dropping lies?
”I’ll take a job if I like it well enough,” he said. ”The pay’s spotty, but I can’t help but raise a spear if someone’s in need of it. That’s how I met Caius the second time around. We were out hunting a dragon the size of a mountain. I liked that wind drake of his. Smart creatures, those. They can sense a strong heart, you know.”
He paused. Was he stalling for time? That didn’t feel much like his way.
”There’s another thing you should know, I think.” He reached for his shot of whiskey, paused at the empty ice, and then sighed. ”I’m a pirate, lass. I sail about stealing and going on my way.” He met her eye with a challenge. ”Now I don’t go taking from those who’ve got nothing, mind, and I don’t make a habit of hurting anyone if I can help it. I’d rather take a blade myself than let it run through a man who doesn’t deserve it, but I was raised by pirates and I’ll keep at it as long as I’ve got my wits. A hired sword makes a sour sum of gil. And I’ve got two mouths to feed.”
Faris huffed, leaning back and crossing his arms. ”They’re from my world, see. One’s a brave lass of fourteen. She’d take on the world if she could, but she’s still too young to strike out on her own. And the other…” He gave a sigh that sounded more like a groan. ”He’s got more air between his ears than a sail will take in a day. We were close as brothers, and now he doesn’t remember a thing. Amnesia, I think you call it.”
He shook his head. ”I’ve got a weight on my shoulders, and I can’t carry it above the table. So that’s my tale. You can take it or throw it away.”
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Faris thought it was all bluster and talk until Yuna sat up and gave him the kind of look that would have put a captain to shame. ”Caius is my friend,” she said, and Faris realized immediately that he’d made a mistake.
Caius was her friend. Oh. Oh, well if that was the case…
”Aye,” he sighed. ”That was a bit much, wasn’t it?” A bit was an understatement, and the girl knew it. She went on about the man’s good qualities, and Faris glanced aside, too awkward to really look in her in the eye. ”See here, lass…” he started, but he didn’t want to interrupt her when she had herself going. She had the right to give him a talking to. He’d been the one to go over the line, after all.
The man told stories. His heart was in the right place. He had a fire for justice. Faris could tell at a glance that it was all true -- minus the beauty of his stories that was. Maybe he was good man, really and truly. Maybe Faris had been unfair to him, but he wasn’t one to let slide a man’s faults just to preserve his honor. Caius had a good heart, but it was set all wrong. And Faris had never liked a man who thought he knew best.
”I didn’t mean to-”
”Here are your drinks. Two double shots.”
Faris looked up in surprise as two shot glasses clinked onto the table. Of all the times. Still, he threw on his best grin and gave her his own advice. To his surprise, she took it in one hard swallow. Faris gave her a stunned look and then laughed.
”You’ve got a fire in you!” he said. ”No doubts about that!” In fact, she had such a fire that he could see the challenge in her eyes. She was mad. She had something to prove. A dangerous combination when liquor was at hand, but Faris had been in her shoes too many times to count. It had always led to mistakes, but really, weren’t they her mistakes to make?
”Another round then! Singles this time. I wouldn’t want to move too fast.” He gave her a knowing look before he laughed again and shook his head. ”I am sorry,” he said. ”I got to blustering and didn’t stop to think. You’re his friend, and to hear you defending him -- aye, there’s an honor in that.”
He leaned back, arms crossed. ”You’re right. The man meant well, but he struck me as the wrong type. He seems the kind to set himself on a path and not let a word in otherwise. Men like that, they get so lost in their good hearts that they end up with blood on their hands. If they don’t drive you off with all their talk first.”
He shook his head. ”But I’ll not say another word about it. Your judgment is as good as any. It’s not my place to argue it.” He shook his head. ”So how about we start again? A mercenary has a hard life, but if you play it right, you can do a load of good. That sounds like your kind of work.” He smiled at her. ”Sounds like your healing has a punch to it.”
He doesn't like Caius. He REALLY doesn't like Caius
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“How did you defeat him? I’m guessing you’re something else in addition to being a sailor.”
Faris hummed. ”A Warrior of Light,” he said. ”It might not mean a thing to you. It didn’t to me until a magic rock was giving me orders. I get my power from the crystals. Let me...er. Show you…” He looked around uncertainly. The bar was about as crowded as one could get, and it didn’t really seem in the spirit of things to go waving around a sword. He gave Yuna a sheepish look. ”Well, I’ll show it to you sometime at any rate. It gives me all sorts of power if I take it. Magic, swords, spears. Though I can’t cure to save my life. It’s not my style.”
Faris laughed to himself. To be fair, he could save his life if it came down to it. Barely. He wielded healing magic like a blunt hammer. It hurt, but he’d get it done.
Not like Lenna. His heart ached to have his sister at his side again.
”The same?” Faris recoiled, staring at her, before he laughed. ”Maybe I had you the wrong way. I wouldn’t have taken you for the liquor kind.” He shook his head. Looks really weren’t worth their weight in gold. It seemed Yuna had a rougher side hidden behind those beads and silk bows. He respected that.
”She is,” Faris said. ”My sister’s about the best mage I’ve ever met. I hardly know what to do without her to be honest.” Not with Bartz hanging around with that empty head of his. Faris had spent more than his share of time forging ahead on his own, but this was something he didn’t know how to handle. It needed a soft hand. And patience. Neither of which he’d ever been famous for.
Yuna smiled. It sounded to him like she’d gotten what she’d wanted -- or something like it at least. Faris hoped so. He still didn’t quite know what to think of this whole ’dating’ thing. His stomach turned just thinking about it.
Is this a lie? Faris looked up to the ceiling, rubbing at the side of his head. There was no use turning back now.
He could be an ear at least.
’I was pretty lost for a while too. It was...hard. To be dragged away so suddenly. But I’m sure you understand that.’
”Aye.” Faris nodded solemnly. He knew it better than he’d have liked to admit.
Yuna shifted her weight. ”I joined with a mercenary guild,” she said. ”They’re called the Dragonblades.”
”What?” Faris nearly shot out of his chair. Instead, he sat forward, eyes prickling with heat. ”You’re with that lot? Caius’ lot? The thick-headed lout.” He threw himself back, arms crossed haughtily. ”You’d be better off without him, I’d say. It might not be your choice with the gil and what not, but he’s a load of trouble and he’s got his head so far up his ass, he can see out his mouth.”
Just the name sent him bristling. He was about as condescending as they came. Claiming Faris was soft while he had a spear at his hand and a load of smugglers at the end of it. Trying to heal him when Faris would have rather died fighting than let a hand laid on him. Every word went in one ear and out the other. If the lout thought it was best another way that was.
”He thinks he’s one of the best men on the face of the world, and he won’t hear a word otherwise. He knows what’s best, he’ll say, you’ll be damned before he takes a step in another direction. He’s about as brainless as a louse at that. He’ll talk you deaf then wonder why you’re scowling.”
Was it too much? Maybe. Would it throw her off if the two were on friendly terms? That was just about certain as it got, but Faris’ heart was a storm and it had rolled in fast. Maybe he’d apologize once his blood cooled. Maybe.
Two shot glasses were placed in front of them with a soft clink. Faris tried to brighten his eyes at the sight of them, sitting up again and shooting Yuna a wry smile. ”I think I’ll need this,” he said as he held up his glass. ”Cheers.” He choked it down in one swallow -- hardly letting it touch his tongue. It burned hard in his throat, and he made a face, laughing.
”Not the best I’ve had. But it’ll get the job done.” He grinned at her. ”Make sure to do it all at once. It’ll stick in your tongue if you don’t.”
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“Really? You’re a sailor?”
Faris blinked and then laughed. ”Now that’s something nice to hear.” He looked on Yuna with a new kind of appreciation. He wasn’t used to someone guessing the dangers of the sea. People took it for granted until they were the ones wobbling on the deck at the mercy of a storm, and then they could only pray for land. Of course, she was like to admire him less if she heard the nature of his ship. He wasn’t keen on telling.
”It’s daft, isn’t it?” Faris gave her a strange smile. ”Evil warlocks. It still sounds like some strange dream. Didn’t think I’d be one to take orders from rocks.” He laughed again. Of course, it helped when those rocks talked. And protected the world. And gave him their power in payment. ”But it’s true as I’m standing. I can hardly believe it myself.”
Yuna talked and Faris listened. He couldn’t lie -- a world entirely covered in water sounded like a dream. He couldn’t help but imagine it, sailing across the seas with nary a stop between. Still, it paled next to her tales of dead souls and immortal monsters. He crossed his arms, humming thoughtfully to himself.
”It sounds like you’ll need one more than I.” He raised a hand, summoning a harried looking waiter to their table. ”I’ll take some whiskey. A double. And she’ll have…?” He looked at her uncertainly. ”Well, whatever the lady says.”
As the waiter left, he leaned back, eyes shifting to the heart-papered ceiling. ”I wouldn’t take you for one to fight monsters, but I trust looks about as far as I can throw them. My sister’s just about the softest girl you’ll meet, but she’s got a fire in her that’ll lead her to the ends of the world and back. I know a girl of barely fourteen who’d knock a devil upside the head if it meant keeping her friends alive.”
He glanced at her. ”But taking on evil’s no small task.” Faris laughed to himself. ”I said I was after a strong heart with wits to match. Sounds like that air-headed barkeep’s onto something.”
He shook his head. ”There’s plenty of monsters here, but nothing worth driving after. What’s keeping you busy? I’m about as lost as a gull in a typhoon.”
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Eillien offered a hand back. A true friend if Faris had ever seen one. Still, the thought of it didn’t quite sit with him. Coming along. Meeting Bartz. Faris didn’t think he was ready for that step yet. His head was still too heavy. His heart wasn’t quite sorted out. The walk would do him good, and then…
Well, he didn’t know what he’d do about Bartz, but it was an unknown something he’d have to manage alone.
”That’d be something,” Faris said. He stood, swaggering to the side without quite losing his balance. He was drunk alright, but not badly so. He’d make it back fine. If there was anything he knew, it was how he handled his liquor.
”But I think I’ll need the quiet. Ale’s got a nasty bite when you’re troubled. You’ll meet him another time, and when you least expect it too. He’s always finding a new wind to follow.” Faris shook his head. Why was he turning away company when his heart was aching? He didn’t knew, but he knew it was right. He trusted his gut when it came to a storm. A sailor’s instincts were rarely wrong.
”If I find a ship for the taking, you’ll be the first to know. I think we could raid it together. I’d like someone at my back.” He laughed. It was a funny thing to imagine. A ship in this place. Sailing unknown waters where Tycoon was but a thought to drift on the wind.
What would he find beyond those seas, he wondered. He missed the distant shores of home.
”Take care, Eillien. We’ll find our way. There’s not a storm that could sink us.” He gave her a grin before he shook out his hair with a sweep of his hand. ”Another time then.”
He turned and left with a heavy heart, but a lighter one than he’d come with. He had his troubles. He had a load of them all weighing hard on his shoulders, but there was still something to hold him up no matter what came upon him.
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”Aw, you shouldn't kidnap people! I've been kidnapped like four times and it's not fun. Lots of stress for my knight too."
Faris blinked and then laughed. Loudly. Was it such a casual thing? ’Looks like it’s the first of the month. Time for another hostage trade.’
”We don’t make a habit of it!” Faris grinned, arms crossed. ”She tried to stowaway on my ship if you can believe it. The brass on them! Sneaking aboard a ship full of pirates!” Faris shook his head. ”When we heard who she was, well, what kind of brigands would we be if we turned a blind eye?”
”Your knight sounds like he’s got his work cut out for him,” he went on. ”You must be a whirlwind of trouble.”
He imagined her in her kingdom, sneaking out of the castle walls on a whim. Of course, she was only a general’s daughter, but it was all the same when it came to nobility. She’d be a sitting duck on her own. Faris knew that better than anyone.
”Sailing around in a school?” Faris gave her an incredulous look, hands at his hips and leaning forward. He imagined a whole schoolhouse with its shuttered windows and its wooden walls floating along at sea. He imagined bearded scholars manning the sails of a ship-sized library. He laughed. ”Now that’s the daftest thing I’ve ever heard. You’d think they’d teach you on land. The air would eat the books straight through!”
He should know. Bound paper didn’t make good loot after all. There was a reason he’d been taught his letters on a slate rather than parchment.
”So you are a princess! If your dad rules the kingdom, I mean. That sounds like a king to me.” Faris recrossed his arms, head tilted. ”It seems you’ve had a time. Taking out assassins and freeing nations and all that. That’s the kind of work that turns heads. I wouldn’t discount that you’ve got enemies lurking somewhere in the shadows. With all your fighting, I’d think you could give them a run for their gil.”
Faris smirked. ”Rob some nobles? Aye -- with a child and an airhead to look after, I haven’t had much choice. Tried to go straight when I landed here, but hired swords aren't steady in gil.” He rubbed the side of his head. ”In my experience, a noble's got more than he needs anyhow. I’ll give him a good fright and be on my way. He'll hardly feel the difference.”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Mar 4, 2020 7:39:29 GMT -6
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Damn it, Bartz, why are you so cute?
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Bartz gave out an excitable cry and rushed over to Faris, grabbing his arm and half-hauling him out of bed -- all the time jabbering like a child promised a toy. Faris let out a strangled cry of his own as his upper body (and only his upper body) was nearly yanked to the floor. ”Bartz!” Faris bit back curses as he shrugged him off, steadying himself and grumbling. ”I’ve got legs of my own!”
With Bartz finally off to his own business, Faris sighed and swung his legs over, rubbing the side of his head as his thoughts caught up. Boko. Bartz. The feather. It seemed just about impossible that someone could recognize a bird by smell alone, but this was Bartz he was talking about, and he seemed more confident about this than about anything else in his life. His face was a blazing red. His words were blurred together on a current of liquor.
Or maybe he was just drunk and imagining things. Either way, he couldn’t let Faris hear the end of it until he was on board. If Faris refused, Bartz would only wander off on his own. Again.
”He’s been pecking at greens, most like,” Faris said with a soured tongue. The sun hadn’t even begun to touch the sky. ”Though he’s got a mate back home if my memory serves. Are chocobos much for going double?”
And now Faris was pondering the romantic loyalty of birds. He rubbed again at the side of his head.
”You look like a dream,” Faris said dryly as he finally lurched to his feet. Bartz spun around, hands heroically at his hips before the color left his cheeks and he recoiled with alarm. He shoved a fist into his mouth and gagged. Faris’ eyes widened. ”Hey now! The other way! Not on the-!”Bed. Whatever had passed through Bartz passed quickly, and it seemed he’d already forgotten it.
Bartz seized his arm and leaned against him, swaying lightly on his feet. Blasted drunk. Faris sighed and patted his back. ”Maybe this would be best saved for the morning?” Though of course Bartz would be knocked cold with a headache and a rolling stomach by morning. It was better he was hit with it here than on the road.
Bartz leaned his head against Faris’ shoulder. His wild hair tickled Faris’ cheek with a distinct smell of wild grass. "I can't wait for my best friend to meet my other friend."
Faris blinked. His friend. Well, his other friend to be more precise, but that was a sight better than strangers. Faris laughed. ”We’ve already met,” he said. ”You’d remember if your head wasn’t full of air.” Faris ruffled Bartz’ hair in emphasis. How could he stay sour with him?
”We’ll take it to the road then. I don’t suppose you can sniff out a trail with that feather of yours?” It seemed ridiculous, but so was the rest of it. If nothing else, they’d have an interesting night before Bartz collapsed groaning in a ditch. ”If we’ve got track of him then we’ll follow it. I’ve had just about enough of wandering about.”
