Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140624183310/@comment-24449631-20140703013001

"Da?"

Heppni, was just busy bringing the nets back up when he heard his eldest son call to him.

It took him only a few seconds before he realised the voice came from above him, so he quickly turned and looked up.

While trying to avoid smiling he shouted:

"Ro! Get down from there! You're not supposed to get up there!"

Though it was obvious he liked Rowan's little stunt.

The young Nord had managed to climb up the mast of the knarr And hung from the top.

It was quite high though, so he had to be careful.

Rowan looked down at his father.

"Sure." He smiled as he held his hands and thighs closely wrapped around the mast and slid down at quite the speed. But he was fast enough to anticipate the exact moment to jump off, without crashing into the boards down below. He had obviously done this before...

"Wow... That's... Impressive, but. Didn't that hurt your hands?" Heppni asked as he looked over.

Rowan shook his head.

"No, not at all. The wood is quite smooth see..." Rowan rubbed his hand over the long wooden pole.

"Heh, it ought to be... It's a new mast, remember. Wood from Eastmarch. Better than the flimsy wood of our own Rift trees."

Rowan nodded.

"Aye."

"You need Pine trees for boats. Makes em' fast and agile in the water... And, as you just pointed out, son. Smooth" Heppni joked as he went back to the tiller.

Rowan chuckled a bit at his father's strange sense of humour, but hey. He had been living with the man for eighteen years. So he learned to cope.

As the wind took the sail Heppni looked up.

"Well... That's going to do it for today, son. We've gotten plenty of the little ones today." The patriarch sounded proud.

"Most certainly, there's enough cod in here to feed the whole town for at least three days!"

"No herring though..." Heppni sounded a bit disappointed. He liked herring a lot more. It just happened to be "the fish" from Southern Skyrim. Seems they like the less colder water from these parts. And that's about the most accurate description you can give Southern Skyrim, 'Less cold than the rest... But still fucking cold, at least during the winter months.'

And with that heavy load, the knarr made it's way back to Riften's harbour. Baring with it, two pleased Nords. Happy, after an another honest day's work.