Post by Tyrun the Norseman on Feb 19, 2009 0:16:32 GMT -5
The Norseman had just heard that he had some responsibilities here. A GCTC office? Eiluna must have been busy, while he was sailing about, trying to maintain his fleet. No matter. Any workplace that was linked with Tyrun would never be anything but spic and span!
Therefore, Tyrun had trekked back and forth from dock to office, hauling the needed supplies...brooms, brushes, mop and bucket. Every trip took an age, as he was already drunk when he heard the news. By now, he had shared several drinks with his friend Galor, and so it seemed that the docks heaved like the sea.
Finally, he was hard at work. Scouring, scrubbing, and dusting...it was normal toil to Tyrun, after all his years at sea. "A clean deck is a happy deck" was the motto he had learned as a downy-cheeked youth. And he had never discarded that motto.
Finally, when the offices were tidy enough for him, he looked around with satisfaction. Nodding once, Tyrun gathered up his supplies...taking a deep breath, he stepped outside and looked down the docks.
How the ground seemed to tilt and roil! And the rising sun burned far too bright! Eugh, he knew he'd never make it back to the Eagle without keeling over...and he'd probably get tossed in the clinker anyway. No thanks!
And so, Tyrun locked the door behind himself, stepped carefully across the spotless floor, and settled into a corner, to sleep it off...
Therefore, Tyrun had trekked back and forth from dock to office, hauling the needed supplies...brooms, brushes, mop and bucket. Every trip took an age, as he was already drunk when he heard the news. By now, he had shared several drinks with his friend Galor, and so it seemed that the docks heaved like the sea.
Finally, he was hard at work. Scouring, scrubbing, and dusting...it was normal toil to Tyrun, after all his years at sea. "A clean deck is a happy deck" was the motto he had learned as a downy-cheeked youth. And he had never discarded that motto.
Finally, when the offices were tidy enough for him, he looked around with satisfaction. Nodding once, Tyrun gathered up his supplies...taking a deep breath, he stepped outside and looked down the docks.
How the ground seemed to tilt and roil! And the rising sun burned far too bright! Eugh, he knew he'd never make it back to the Eagle without keeling over...and he'd probably get tossed in the clinker anyway. No thanks!
And so, Tyrun locked the door behind himself, stepped carefully across the spotless floor, and settled into a corner, to sleep it off...