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The sun was a white orb in the sky today, and James felt like he was slowly roasting in his clothes, although all he wore was a linen shirt that was too big for him, and a pair of sailors' trousers cut to just below the knee. They'd seen better days, he thought as he idly picked at a loose string on the side of them. James hadn't seen his best friend today, nor did he expect to. These days, it was becoming a little difficult for him to face his friend without going all jumpy- although he was getting desperate to just tell him that he wanted to leave, and seek out his past, make time tick backwards to his life on the sea. Tock, tick. Tock tick, he mused, a little smile crossing his features. It was a grim expression, however, and soon his lips straightened out again. Jim bounded over to the other side of the cobbled street, hunting out the shade provided by houses, desperate to get away from the sun. He couldn't go and stay indoors somewhere for long; pubs were too noisy and would certainly trigger an attack, and anywhere else, he'd be kicked out. He kicked a small stone down the cobblestones, listening to it bounce against the street.

Wiping a faint sheen of sweat from his brow, James chose to linger in the lean and meagre shadow of the blacksmith's abode, taking some time to cool his frazzled nerves. Leaning against the building, he took several long breaths, but these did little to soothe the nervous twitching of his fingers. It's alright, he told himself. You have all the time in the world. And he did, perhaps. It depended on where his brother was, wether he even remembered him, whether his father was still alive- or well, for that matter. It had been nearly a decade ago that the sea had spat him out onto land, and he'd lain there on the sand for some time, flapping about like a stranded fish, before the man that was now his friend had found him... And made him feel like there was something worth it.

With a sigh, the seventeen-year-old closed his eyes- which was a mistake. Thunder echoed off the walls of his mind, lightning sent vivid images all across the place, only to disappear a few moments later to plunge the world into uttermost oblivion. Screams. Strong hands that pulled him out, people muttering about how the sky had finally cleared, about the weather- eyes snapping open with a sharp intake of breath, he turned towards the man who had spoken. His sharp mind put up a barrier as his eyes took in the person before him, and mistrust started to line its way across his thoughts, layering itself up thick like too much paint on a wall. "Yes... Yes, it is."

He was positive he'd seen this man around, somewhere in Port royal before, but he was having tremendous difficulty pinning him down. Either way, he came across to James Tyndall as a snake, and nothing more. Nothing warm, nothing soft, but a snake; sly, deceitful, and cunning. The boy found himself wondering what this man's job was.

However, James wasn't at all convinced with the man's mannerisms, and at his question, he scoffed, and would have probably choked on his own spit had he not been more careful. "Lying will hardly do you any good, sir," he answered, still picking at the loose thread on the side of his trousers. "It's quite obvious you've been in Port Royal for quite some time, judging by the dirt on the sole of your shoes." Feeling quite please with himself for that, James fell silent, and then eyed him with some more suspicion. "There's one down the road where you came from, but I'm sure you already know which inn I'm talking about."

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[ haha it's ok! I totally understand (I've actually been neglecting too many rps rn). Sleep well! ]