A Pirate's Life for Me

The man cut his losses, flipping the script and joking about how if she gets the girls, he gets the men. Sparrow scoffed, "Have at it- in these parts you're probably gonna find a relative of mine anyways. My dad would probably go for it, but he's probably a little old for you." Sparrow shot him a tongue-out, wrinkled nose mock-disgusted look. She didn't care what her dad did, but she didn't wanna know or even think about it.

Sparrow moved to another tree. Ah- satsumas. How were satsumas different than oranges? Sparrow didn't know really, but they had a flavor she liked better. Their skin was thinner too. They, like lemons, didn't really grow until after the first frost, but would die off after the first few snows- if it snowed. It was interesting that something so summery in color could be a winter fruit. The next tree boasted a lemon-like fruit that was much bigger and more bitter than sour. A little of this, Ashmedai had taught Sparrow, could really give depth to a brew, but too much would ruin it into a pithy, terrible mess.

The man introduced himself and Sparrow offered a loose smile and a tail wag, "Sparrow Imperialis- pack wolf and soon to be king of the pirates," she rattled off, her eyes coming to meet his own. "You didn't disturb me any more than anyone else would, if that's a consolation. You drink alcohol?"

wc: 244
twc: 1429