A Storm of Fortune

[Taggle]

The mousebabe squeaked and held his tail like a plushie, pulling the blanket tighter about him, then tilted his head at the otter. "Whacha doin?..." he asked, turning his head to cough. The cough was wheezy and rattley, shaking his frail form. He looked back at the otter, the little cub's eyes wandering to the eyepatch once more.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"Whacha doin?..."

"Just C'mere. Ya sound sick matey..." he said picking the dibbun up and holding him close to his upper body. Hearing the cough, the otter shook his head. "And ya got a cold..." he could see the dibbun still eying his eye patch. He shrugged and flipped the eye patch up. It revealed a blade scar that made its way horizontal across his right eye. When he opened his eye one would be able to see that his eye was milky white. "I got hurt along time ago..." he said before he flipped it down again. "Now lets take care of that cough, 'eh? I can make ya somethin' warm ta drink in tha' kitchen."

[Taggle]

The little mouse jumped a bit as he was picked up, then reached up to trace the patch. Hesitatingly, he lay on the otter's chest, then turned his head to cough again, whimpering. "But worrabout the snake?" He asked.
Taggle wound his tail around his back, where a few more scars lie, wriggling his ears at the warmth of the otter. "You ish warm..." he said quietly. He lay his head against the otter's chest again, listening to the heartbeat as his ears tickled the otter's chin.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"But worrabout the snake?" He asked.

One-eye couldn't help but laugh. "Tis not a snake matey. Thats tha' sea. Its like a great big puddle of water...only alot bigger! the reason why its sound like a snake is cause dere's just a whole lot of it!"


"You ish warm..."

Not exactly what one-eye had expected, but it brought memories back to him. Memories of his own little one. Over the years One-eye had grown tough due to the sea life...but he hadn't found anything that could protect him against the innocence of a little one. He almost shed a tear but the eye patch hid it. "Hehe...iv been inside a bit. Tha' fire 'elps too. Oh well then again iv got alot o' fur on mah'self." He said as he set him down on a table in the kitchens. "Lesee 'ere...Little bit o' water...cup of cider...bit of cinnamon and some hotroot to cut it..." he said as he added each of the ingredients to a large jug and shaking them together a bit to mix. He poured the contents in a small metal cup after heating it by the open flame. "De're ya go! Drink that up! Its tasty and'll help make ya feel a little better." he said handing it to the mousebabe.

The first mate Blade peered into the kitchen. " 'ey One-eye...keep it down a bit 'eh? I'm trying to sle-..." Blade opened his eyes wider from his squint. " 'er...Okay...G'night..." he said turning around and walking back out. One-eye smiled as he left and faced the dibbun again. "That's Blade. You'll like him...when he's asleep..." he said with a snicker at his own amusement.

[Taggle]

Taggle tilted his head. "Da sea?" he asked, yawning a bit. The little cub took the cup, sipping on it softly. "Wow!" he exclaimed after a moment, eyes and tail alight. "It's yummy!"

Taggle swung his footpaws underneath him, examining the table and pulling the blanket closer about him, semi embarrased at his nakedness. He looked towards his diaper and shirt back at the fire, then frowned.

"Why only aseep?" Taggle asked, letting his pink tail stretch out on the table as he let his eyes wander about the kitchen. There was a small burn on the end of his tail, beginning to heal over.. The mouse shivered, continuing to drink the soup, leaving some dripping off of his whiskers and muzzle. For the first time in awhile, he smiled.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"Why only aseep?"

One-eye couldn't help but laugh, but silently. "Baha! No matey, don't get me wrong. 'e's a good beast. But He's a little bit strict He makes sure everybeast here stays in line for tha' Skipper...You'll meet him soon enough..." he said wiping off the mousebabe's mouth. " 'ere...Finish your drink and lets get you to bed. He said lifting him off the table and back in his arms.

[Taggle]

The little mousebabe finished his drink, then lay back against the otter, yawning slightly. His paws began to quiver from exhaustion. He looked towards his clother by the fire, and squirmed a bit. "What about clothes?" he asked, letting his tail hang limply down under him. He closed his eyes and yawned.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"Those are a little worn...plus they're sopping wet...I can make you some new ones..." He glancing out of the hall. Since One-eye was the head cook for the crew he bunk was off to the side in the kitchens. He didn't have to stay there, but he chose to...since he was responsible for the whole crew eating he wanted to make sure everything stayed in tact. Every now and then he would sleep in the middle of the holt, cove/cave where the fire and water pool was for a change. Tonight would be one of those nights. He put the dibbun on the cot and threw a blanket over his head, playfully and walked over to put some things away that he had used for the drink.

[Taggle]

The dibbun squeaks and bats at the blanket, giggling. After a while he lay on the blanket, only his head and tail peeking up above the covers. The little mouse wriggled around with a yawn, murring at the fire. "What is dis place?" The mousebabe asked, staring deep into the fire.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"The Holt of the Skipper of Sea Of otters, matey." he said looking behind him as scrubbed out a metal pitcher. "Now when your here ye always obey tha' Skipper...always...and Blade to....and come to think of it ye may want ta steer clear of Undertaker...you should be fine though." he said turning back to face the dibbun. "Better get some rest matey. I'll show ye tha' sea in the mornin' and you can meet The Skipper." he said putting out a torch that was in the kitchen to darken the room. He walked over to the Dibbun and tucked the covers under him. "G'night matey..."