Post by Isaac Thorburn on Mar 16, 2011 14:54:28 GMT -6
Isaac sat in the corner of the Sword and Book Tavern, a popular spot in town. He was alone and sat rather farther away than others. Most of the occupants of the tavern were more commoners and ruffians of the town, while Isaac was a known naval captain. Isaac didn’t necessarily feel ashamed or disgusted at being around these people, far from it, but he knew that some of the people in Methon viewed the military with distaste because of the seemingly failing campaign against the pirates. Isaac would rather avoid any trouble, and would certainly not start any, intentionally that is.
The bar maid walked over and Isaac ordered a pint of mead. Although more used to the fine wines and whiskies of the upper class, Isaac had a taste for the more “crude” drinks as well. This was the life at sea, where at times a good drink of ale was as fine as liquid gold. A few minutes later the bar maid returned and gave Isaac his drink. Taking a small sip he set the drink down and glanced about. Although not entirely busy the tavern was still bustling with activity. Several groups of people were in town, there was even a celebration of a family who had recently received a loved one, most likely thought to be dead from a pirate attack. Isaac smiled slightly at this, knowing that at least in that one family happiness had again found its place.
Turning away Isaac glanced at the dim fireplace. Although the weather was still quite warm and sunny despite the season, it was warm and comfortable to have a fire to sit at. It would prove more useful at night, but the days had its weariness. Lifting his head Isaac smiled as a small group of musicians began playing some rustic country music as part on an act. The joyful tune lifted some of the people’s hopes, and indeed a few began dancing with a cheer. Taking another sip of his drink Isaac leaned backwards. Days like this did him good. To be able to see happiness among the despair that proved to be here too often these days was warming, and lifted ones spirit immensely. Taping his foot to the music Isaac could only imagine what a bright sunny day like this could bring.
The bar maid walked over and Isaac ordered a pint of mead. Although more used to the fine wines and whiskies of the upper class, Isaac had a taste for the more “crude” drinks as well. This was the life at sea, where at times a good drink of ale was as fine as liquid gold. A few minutes later the bar maid returned and gave Isaac his drink. Taking a small sip he set the drink down and glanced about. Although not entirely busy the tavern was still bustling with activity. Several groups of people were in town, there was even a celebration of a family who had recently received a loved one, most likely thought to be dead from a pirate attack. Isaac smiled slightly at this, knowing that at least in that one family happiness had again found its place.
Turning away Isaac glanced at the dim fireplace. Although the weather was still quite warm and sunny despite the season, it was warm and comfortable to have a fire to sit at. It would prove more useful at night, but the days had its weariness. Lifting his head Isaac smiled as a small group of musicians began playing some rustic country music as part on an act. The joyful tune lifted some of the people’s hopes, and indeed a few began dancing with a cheer. Taking another sip of his drink Isaac leaned backwards. Days like this did him good. To be able to see happiness among the despair that proved to be here too often these days was warming, and lifted ones spirit immensely. Taping his foot to the music Isaac could only imagine what a bright sunny day like this could bring.