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Flea the Scurvy Rat
Road_690
Legacy Name: Road_690
The Hydrus Montre
Owner: Iron_774
Age: 14 years, 9 months, 1 week
Born: July 30th, 2009
Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: December 12th, 2009
Statistics
- Level: 13
- Strength: 36
- Defense: 30
- Speed: 30
- Health: 30
- HP: 30/30
- Intelligence: 21
- Books Read: 20
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Trading Shark
Mama Gris tucked the package carefully in the crook of her arm, before heading up the steep path that rose behind her seaside bungalow. It was a hot day in the Omen Islands, so although the day was young, very soon Mama Gris had to stop and sit down on a boulder, massaging her knees which had become swollen and stiff. The elderly telenine turned her head slowly to look up the path.
I can' believe it been ten years already. Seems only yess'day that ship crash off the shore, then all the Islanders go out in lifeboats to look for survivors and only bring back a few people. The rest just wash ashore.
She thought of Road as she had been then, a tiny Montre huddled in that giant lifeboat, being rowed in by strangers, with a large stain down her dress and smelling of urine.
Dat poor child, no one wanted 'er, I couldn't jus' let her wander the streets and become one of those hardened folks with no compassion for anybody.
Mama Gris rubbed the back of her neck, and then rose unsteadily to her feet and continued up the steep incline.
I tried my best with her, sure, but I ain't her momma. Maybe if I had been, she'd turned out different.
The grizzled telenine had now reached the top of the incline and the dilapidated shack with it's customary shattered bottles strewn over the doorstep. Mama Gris sighed, pushed open the door that barely remained on it's hinges. She stared in dismay at the littering of empty bottles, playing cards and gambling dice that were scattered about the floor. In the corner sprawled a figure, half-asleep, a Montre still partially undressed though it was near noon, wearing a red thong and a tight blue corset. She was covered in alcohol and grease, hair matted, with bags under her eyes.
"Road, child, what you done to yourself?" snapped Mama Gris, harsher then she'd intended. But where was the money she'd lent to the girl to clean herself, and the house, up with? The house had been built by her husband, long dead, for the child they'd never had. And now it was seedier than a pub at Port Plunder.
"Where's that money I lent you?" She continued, louder. "You didn' even fix that door like I asked ya!" She kicked a beer bottle contemptuously, and it spun into a wall and shattered.
"Stop yellin' ma!" Road slurred. "An' stop kickin' my stuff. I gotta friend who's comin' to look at the door, I told you that already." "Aye, I'm sure he'll do a right cheap job, so you could spend th' extra money on booze!" Angry, and sad, Mama Gris dropped the package, and the birthday cake splattered over the floor.
"If you don' have the respect for me to take of yourself and this house, then you ain't worth my time." She started out back down the path, angrily willing arthritic joints to move.
"Wait, Ma! Wait!" Road came out, blinking and cussing under her breath, as she got an eyeful of the noonday Island sun. She walked, slightly unsteady, to where Mama Gris was waiting, and kissed the old telenine on the cheek.
"I'm sorry, Ma." Road apologized quietly. "I'll do better next time."
Pet Treasure
Bumbo
Distilled Rum
Rattail Grog
Whiskey
Flotsam and Jetsam
Commemorative Freyalise Stein
Port Port
Tankard of Rum
Briny Deep
Sailors Delight
Fish Guts Drink
Vial of Dark Water
Brandy
Glass of Wheat Beer
Absinthe
Homemade Dark Rum
Shot of Whiskey
Tankard Of Grog
Drink of Dank Water
Bilge Water
Cask of Rum
Dry Gin
Shot of Brandywine
Pirate Rum
Golden Foil Pirate Coin
Single Gold Skull Earring
Used Short Sword
Crab Stuffed Bread Rolls
Lobster
Arid Vandal Spray Paint
Random Dice
Red Thong
Sweetie Corset
Voodoo Plushie