The Stowaway (the_stowaway) wrote in moody_pirates,
The Stowaway


(afterpiece to linaelyn's Drunk)

Will opened his eyes and shut them again, throwing his arm over his face for good measure. The light in his (windowless) attic was painfully bright. He groaned. What was wrong with him? He remembered the tavern, and Mister Brown buying him ale…

"Will," Brown repeated, shaking him and holding the candle up to shine in his eyes. "The farrier's broken his arm and we've got ten cursed mules to shoe. Shift yourself, boy."

It was several moments before his meaning penetrated the fog in Will's head. When it did, he winced. It was going to be a wonderful day.
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