Nailed It! [Evan the Lucky/maybe others???]

[Boulder The Blabbermouth]

Time and Date:: May 6th, afternoon
Weather:: Chilly, but warm in the sunlight. Light breeze near the shoreline.
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“Come on Nanna, please?”

“The answer is no, now pay attention to what you’re doing.”

This argument had been going on for quite a while now between the siblings. It was a really nice day out and Boulder wanted to enjoy it outside. Instead he was stuck at the forge — again. The heat and clanging of the metal was becoming more grating on the young boy each second. He had no idea what Nanna’s problem was, ever since he heard what happened a few weeks back at the bakery she had been extra watchful to make sure he wouldn’t sneak outside. ’It’s not my fault you decided to start a fight.' Well, okay maybe it was partially his fault, since he wasn’t around to do whatever errand for her while she was in one of those hostile moods, but that still didn’t seem right.

He stopped hammering the sword he was working on. “I can’t take this anymore,” he whined, ”my head is going to explode from this!” He really needed to step outside, away from all this racket. His sister knew that he got headaches often, so the next part he had already gotten memorized.

”Fine. Just go to-” “-go to my room and don’t even think about sneaking outside.” Nanna shot him a look of disapproval. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” Before his sister could retort he was already dragging his feet through the door leading inside the house.

Once he reached his room on the top floor he landed on his bed with a thud. ”Stupid sister, why’s she got to be so…” he tried to think of the word through his pained head. “…controlling. Ughhhh!” As he lay there for a while, vaguely looking out the window then suddenly he got a crazy idea.

’What if I jumped out the window?’ He never tried doing that before, but maybe… he could make it? He got up enough to lean over to open it. The cool air on his face encouraged him to continue. He put a foot on the edge before changing his mind. From this distance it would hurt when landing.

He looked around his room trying to think of something. His eyes set on the fur blanket beneath him. It wasn’t long enough to reach the ground but it should be enough to lessen the distance fallen. He grabbed his vest off the bedpost before dragging the blanket over the window’s edge. He did his best to tie the blanket to the post. After being satisfied with how tight it was he started to make his way out the window and down the makeshift rope.

Unfortunately he didn’t take into account that he weighed more than the amount of force he was using to tug at the blanket just moments ago. In seconds he suddenly found himself falling gracelessly to the ground below him. He slowly got up, rubbing his pained backside. Suddenly the sound of footsteps caught his attention and he bolted in the direction of the docks.

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It was some time after that he finally arrived. His headache was still there but not as bad as it was earlier. It wasn’t too busy here today by the looks of things, so he felt free to wander onto one of the ships.

It looked considerably different from his father’s ship, at least from what he remembered. For one thing it looked much cleaner than his father’s, so whoever this one belonged to either really cared about it or it was just finished recently. As we explored the ship he noticed some tools as well as a box containing nails.

To most viking children, the tools would be largely uninteresting. The Brandsparr boy however had a problem when it came to anything even remotely shiny looking. He barely registered that he started filling the pouch around his neck with the metal objects, then just holding them in his hands when it filled up. He couldn’t stay here for too long now. He had to find a safer location to look over his newly acquired… treasure? Well to him it’s treasure.

He didn’t realize that he wasn’t actually as alone on this ship as he first thought.

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[ooc] Uhhh I hope this is alright. Sorry for the long intro. xD

[Evan the Lucky]

Evan was sure he had today's work cut out for him. Admittedly though, it was mostly by his father's doing. While Evan was lounging about in front of his desk, he'd already nearly finished the ship they'd been working on. Of course, Evan and his father got along just fine on an average basis... as long as the younger of the two got his job done.

"That's it! You're in charge of the finishing touches on her." The man slammed the door behind him, letting the sound carry throughout the building. Evan dropped his charcoal pencil and yelled back, "Hah! You make it sound as if I would've let you do it instead!"

"Watch it, boy! Next time I'm left with all the work, you won't be allowed to even set foot on her." The younger man's jaw dropped. "B-but-!" His father smirked and started taking off his tool belt. "Then get goin'!"

Evan was grabbing own tool belt without another word from his father. He might be good at carving the base of ships, but he'll have to go through me before he thinks I'll let him ruin her with crude or non-existent additions. Just before he got out the door, he heard, "I hope I don't have to worry about you hurting yourself... again."

"Hey! It's not my fault you didn't sand her down enough!" His father rose an eyebrow. "Then don't go sticking your lips on everything, boy!"

He was about to retort, but a hard look from his mother across the room shut him up. "Fine." The whole trip down to the docks was spent with Evan talking to himself, mostly complaining about his father. "Stupid dad thinks he can keep me away from them." He grumbled under his breath.

"As if he could. Nothing can keep me away from you beauties!" His mood perked up once he reached the docking point. He was in his element now, something that others knew to avoid. Evan's love for sea vessels might be over-exaggerated to most, but sometimes they were greatly under-exaggerated. 

"Let's see what dad's done to you, poor girl." The man easily hopped onto the deck of the ship and got a run-down of what needed to be done. Gunwales could use a trim; bow and stern needed something to give them a bit of flair; that boy might be able to- Wait.... boy! Evan did a double take to make sure he hadn't made him up.

The man didn't know what to do. Sure, he had fun with kids every now and then, but none of them were ever on one of his boats. What in the Hel? What's he even doing here?

It took him a second, but once he spotted the boy grabbing handful by handful of nails, he finally got his mouth to work. "I kind of need those, you know."

[Boulder The Blabbermouth]

Boulder whipped his head towards the voice, shoulders and hands unintentionally clenching. He hissed at the sudden pain in his hands, some of the nails clattering onto the deck. "Ow... I... uh..." He wanted to say something to get him out of trouble, he just had to!

"They're really shiny... and I wanted them," his expression paled as he realized this probably wasn't the best thing to say right now. He began taking a few steps away, "I uh... I mean, I didn't plan this... I just," he kept fidgeting under the man's stare, "I just wanted to... go outside." There's no way this was working, and each passing second made him shrink away further.

That is, until something suddenly occurred to him — something that made him straighten up. "You're not going to tell my sister are you?" If any word of this reached her there's no way he'd be allowed to go off anywhere alone. "P-please don't tell her! I-I won't go on your ship again! I promise!" He then just realized what he just said. This stranger had no way of knowing he had a sister, and now he did. Sure most would at least have heard of her but probably few knew who her little brother was. He didn't know how, but he had a feeling this would now be used against him.