Costing all the favors his minor and recent notoriety could garner, Tycho had the hulking, shattered bones of an old xebec tugged into position and moored next to the Driftwood. Ilias looked dubious, like the wood rot of the old behemoth would scramble down the dock to his raft while they watched. “Vaht an ogre of a ship, brother,” Ilias was regretting his offer to birth the old wreck.
Tycho barely heard him, picturing himself on the ships deck, cutting through the spray, “She’s humbled now, but she’ll live again.” Tycho turned away from the ship and to his brother, “You remember Gavin, the Dagist boy? I’ve hired him on as Quartermaster."
"Gavin is no boy, he is man...older than ve," Ilias was in the mood to be contentious.
"Yah...well...he brought Sasha, so I hired her on too.”
Ilias immediately shot his brother a look of disbelief, “Ohhh boy, here ve go! Vaht’s she...”
“Sailing Master. I’ve also got a Wood Witch...Anca... coming up from the flotilla, ma pulled some strings. I’m going to get this thing back in the water. You watch”
“I’ll vatch your gold flow down the river,” Ilias was shaking his head. “I don’t vant to know vaht you paid for it.”
“The Humble Ogre!”
Ilias shot his brother a questioning look.
Tycho was genuinely grinning from ear to ear, and not his customary, manicured smirk, “I christen her the Humble Ogre.”
The two brothers nodded their heads in approval, “Yah...that seems about right.”