Epic of Godly Proportions

[Luffy]

((Eris and I so far?))

*Vane scoffed quietly to himself as he glanced around the kitchen, his feet planted firmly to the ground as the potatoes swayed this way and that on the counter. His grumbles only grew louder as he continued to stir the stew, moaning and griping about the consequences of a boy who overslept.*

[Eris]

He was flying across the oceans, away from the everyone else. It was a funny feeling, not only because he's never flown before, but simply because he was flying towards the beyond. Something beckoned him, but he knew not who.

Nathaniel flew farther away, daring to take the challenge that was the beyond. But just as his eyes spotted something, a loud crashing noise sounded from above him. He quickly looked up and saw a fiery ball of fire heading down towards him.

"HUAAARGH!!"

He panted and looked around him. Yes, he was still in his own cabin. Sweat trailed down his skin as he peered out of the small window to look at the gulls squawking outside his cabin. A smile appeared on his face, watching the gulls passing by.

However, his smile faded when he saw how high the sun was in the sky.

"Oh no..." it soon dawned to him that he was...

"Late! Late! Late!"

He quickly jumped out of the bed and steadied himself as the ship rocked from side to side. There was no time to lose, he had to get to the kitchen as soon as possible.

((guess so...for now. How's that for a post?))

[Luffy]

*Vane sighed heavily, finding himself glancing over at the door more and more often as time passed by. His long knife made swift, precise slices into the potatoes despite their constant movement, finding himself imagining Nathaniel as each one with ever second that passed with his absence. *

"The lad can't even make his way out o' bed pas' noon!" *He grumbled, suddenly chucking his knife across the kitchen, huffing and puffing as the point delved into the wooden door, making it swing back and fourth a bit.*

[Eris]

While he was pulling his pants up, the ship suddenly swayed to one side. With him balancing his whole body with only one leg, he toppled over and rolled out of his room, unintentionally crashing three lazy drunkards sitting by the deck of the ship.

"Oi! Watch it!" cried one of them.

"Look wut you did!"

"My blessed ale, you spilled it!"

"GEROFF' US!" the three said altogether and pushed him off from their laps.

Nathaniel rolled to one side again as the ship swayed to the right, and he acidentally knocked his head on the side of the ship. The poor boy got up, with his pants pulled up and an aching head that pounded terribly.

"Oi, boy!" called out one of the three drunkards.

"Y-yes?" he quickly turned to them, rubbing his aching head.

"Get us s'more of those ale from the kitchen. Yer tha' kitchen boy, eh?"

"Kitchen boy...yes...I...KITCHEN!" Nathaniel gasped, remembering how late he was for today's errand from the cook, Vane, "I'm sorry, I'm really late now!"

"Oi! Ye owe us an ale, boi! AN ALE FOR THE ONE YE SPILLED!!"

"Blasted kid...People nowadays..."

"My blessed ale...my poor poor ale..."

"Argh, get yeself yer own ale, Norris!"

Norris, the one that had been crying out for his ale, kicked the man next to him; "Ye shu'up, Ghor! Yer the one tha' has been drinkin' from me ale!"

While these two continued to argue, the one sitting in the middle, Muffy, finally grew frustrated and slammed their heads together; "Ye both ge' yer own ales!"

Ignoring this silly feud between the three drunkards, Nathaniel continued towards the end of the ship, suddenly forgetting about the whole issue of him being late to the kitchen. He looked up and saw the black flag flapping along with the strong wind that blew the white sails of this ship. It had a picture of a white skull with two bones crossing at the bottom; a pirate flag, to put it short. Yes, this is a pirate ship.

But he did not mind. It was the only place he can call home, despite the rowdy people around him.

He went down the stairs to the kitchen, which was directly below the captain's cabin, and pushed the swinging doors open. Nathaniel looked up and found himself looking at the face of an angry cook named Vane.

"I'm sorry I was late, Master Vane!" he bowed quickly, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

((Muffy sounds like a gay name~ Can't be helped! XDDD I like the name! XDDD))

[Luffy]

*Vane gave a rather exasperated sigh, not even bothering to look at him as he grabbed an apron from the counter, tossing it in Nathaniel's general direction.* "Best make yourself useful, boy."

*He stepped away from his stew and grabbed himself a knife that was as sharp as it was long, tossing it back behind him towards Nathaniel as well.* "Potatoes. Chunks. In the stew. Fetch me some cabbage from the cellar, too."

*Vane just shook his head a little, grumbling quietly about youngins' and their laziness.*