What it takes

Had he caused a bit of a scene at their birthday party? Yeah. Showing up with a pirate on his arm maybe hadn’t been Dread’s finest moment. Pirates were supposed to be attack on sight, but that seemed to be his brother's ruling. Thankfully, Azure was scarcely present these days. They hadn't caused that many problems at the birthday party, and the day had passed without incident. No, the only real incidents had to do with Dread being at war with his own head.

These days, Dread had been keeping well enough busy. Halo had made some mention of some of the sheds looking cluttered, and having a hard time finding things within them. The boy had taken that as something of a hint, and taken to sorting each one out. Dragging everything out, making piles of things to be repaired and things to be thrown out, cleaning the shed, and putting everything back. Over and over again, but something about the repetitive nature of the task was calming. This one of the fishing sheds was nearly done, and the yearling was just putting things away when he heard his father's voice.

"In here," he called back to the Warlord. He was in the middle of carefully winding some of the spare cordage for the fishing nets, not wanting to set it down where he was. "How does it look?" Dread set the bundle of cord down in its rightful place, stepping back to look around the shed.

"Dread Fatalis"