And while that is happening, the captain turns to Tristran.
"Keep practicing with that sword," he informs him with a fatherly look in his expression, putting a hand on his shoulder once more. "You've got the talent, but you need the practice."
Tristran nods, swallowing. "Yes, sir."
He raises his hand and gestures one of the crew. He grabs something from him and passes it to Tristran.
It's a leather shoulder-bag, filled with dried meats, fruits and fragments of tobacco (his favourite), a knife and a tinderbox.
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Date: 2007-07-06 05:39 am (UTC)"Keep practicing with that sword," he informs him with a fatherly look in his expression, putting a hand on his shoulder once more. "You've got the talent, but you need the practice."
Tristran nods, swallowing. "Yes, sir."
He raises his hand and gestures one of the crew. He grabs something from him and passes it to Tristran.
It's a leather shoulder-bag, filled with dried meats, fruits and fragments of tobacco (his favourite), a knife and a tinderbox.