Tyn walked the upper wooden deck, looking up to the streaming lines of light as they danced against the bubble surrounding the ship. It was beautiful, and like the flicker of a flame, they were mesmerizing. He watched and lost himself in the beauty of it all.  "Hey greenhorn! Get your ass back to mopping!" yelled one of the other deck hands named Puhut. The man was larger, older, and very surly. His breath reeked of alcohol, and he certainly liked to pick on Tyn, making him do all the work. Tyn was glad to do it. 'Life rewards all who deserve it,' is what his mother used to say.<br/><br/>"Was yur name anyways?" Puhut asked Tyn. Tyn wasn't surprised as Puhut always forgot his name, even after more than thirty days and a pirate attack. He still remembers the attack. It was so exciting. He wanted to fight hand to hand with a pirate, but no pirate ever came to face him with his spatula in hand. He figured they must have been scared of him. Yes, that was it. "My name is Luthur Hay Chadwick Jr. but most call me Tyn for short. Well not for short, as there is no 'T' or 'N' in my name, and the 'Y' is at the end of Hay, but-"<br/><br/>Puhut grabbed Tyn by his vest. "You think yur funny, eh!? Your name is Dirt from now on! Go clean up some dirt, Dirt!" Puhut pulled Tyn over to the stairs and threw him down to the lower deck. He tumbled and fell, slamming his back against the wall. Pain shot up his side. He was used to the abuse by now, but he took it in stride. He got onto his feet just as the mop and bucket full of water slammed into his chest, covering him in a soapy mess. The upper deck door closed shut while Puhut laughed at the top of his drunken lungs.<br/><br/>Tyn managed to put the bucket upright just in time to save a bit of water. The bottom decks were full of life, and he could smell the sweet and spicy aromas coming from the kitchen. He was excited to find out what tonight's dinner was going to be, so he mopped his way over to the kitchen and peered around the corner. Suddenly the kitchen staff yelled, "fight in the brig!" and they all scurried out.<span style="font-style: italic">'Ohh a fight! How exciting!'</span>Tyn thought to himself as he dropped the mop and ran to follow them. He stopped for a second, ran back into the kitchen. It was stew tonight, and it was delicious. He licked his fingers and ran back in pursuit.<br/><br/>Suddenly he befell the sight of an intriguing woman with piercing violet eyes within a cage, and the large brutish furry Wotaury known as Odrak holding his blunderbaust to the woman. "Not much of a fight," Tyn observed to a fellow deckhand in disappointment.