A Silly Person
Jannah & Lookie RP
Dusty knew it wouldn't be all that smart to wander too far off from the harbour, that was true, but he was trying his best to avoid any unnecessary contact with his family... or his future wife. His excuse had been last-minute shopping for the trip, but within minutes he'd found himself sitting in a pub with a glass of rum in front of him.
This trip to America had been his mothers idea. She had taken a liking to the young miss Bancroft, partly because of her wealth, but mostly because of her personality. Miss Bancroft was a strong-minded woman, yet proper to a fault, both qualities which her mother approved of. Dusty didn't really mind her, but she was far from an ideal partner. The engagement hadn't been his idea, but propriety had forced him to go with it. He needed to be a good boy, and give his parents some grandchildren. Dusty wasn't certain why his sister couldn't be the one with that duty, but it was probably too late to argue now. Not like he had the backbone to do that in the first place.
The life of an invert was far from pleasant, Dusty had decided long ago, and it didn't ring more true than now. With a heavy sigh, the young man pushed his drink around before glancing at his watch. He had plenty of time to calm himself for the trip. The thought was meant to make Dusty feel better. Instead, he slouched over his glass and let out another deep, unhappy sigh.
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Just one drink. It wouldn't take too long, right? Aleksy hesitantly wandered into the harbourside pub. He knew that very soon he had a ship to catch and much of his savings had went into purchasing a single ticket. However, he sincerely hoped it would be for the better. He always heard about people having better lives in America. He hoped that perhaps someday he could even send back money to his family, but for now it was each man for himself.
Despite it being only later morning the pub was already becoming crowded as Aleksy walked in. People almost seemed to be celebrating something. Perhaps the maiden voyage of the ship he was about to board? At least those were the rumours he had heard through his passable and limited, but improving English. The past few weeks spent in England had been beneficial in that sense despite it being a dirty and smoggy place. It was almost a relief he was to be out soon.
Upon examination almost all the tables in the pub were filled up except one in the corner where a lone man sat downing a glass of rum. Judging by the way he was dressed he appeared to be a wealthier man. Despite being wary of him, Aleksy silently walked over and took a seat. He wanted to say something in an attempt to start conversation, but what? What would he have to say to this man who probably had no interest in what he had to say whatsoever? There was one thing he could try at least.
"Are you boarding the ship too? The Fortune?" Aleksy asked in his heavily accented voice, suddenly recalling the name he had heard around town. The Fortune. It was to be the ship's maiden voyage so it was much clearer to him now why the celebration. "I'm on my way to America. I'm hoping to make a better life for me and my family." Somehow he knew it would likely seem all trivial to this man who looked like he bathed in money so immediately went silent.
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This man was strangely straight-forward, though his thick accent revealed that he was far from a native English man. Dusty had expected to get lost in the loud celebration around him. A quiet man in the corner of the room rarely caught anyone's attention, no matter how rich he looked. Then again, maybe this foreign man was just looking for an empty seat. The pub was stuffed full, after all.
Not wishing to be impolite, Dusty nodded fairly at the man before responding to his question.
"I will be boarding the Fortune as well, yes," Dusty started, patting at his jacket-pocket, where he had hidden his ticket with a forced smile. His valet would be taking care of the luggage, of course. "If you're looking for a better life, I have heard that America is a rather good place to start. My mother has some family there," he said. More precisely, her mother was from America. Still, Dusty had never had a chance to go there before, as his studies had kept him in Britain for all of his life. They were supposed to stay at his uncles for a month or so this time. Getting out of the metrop and into the American country-side would be a nice change of scenery.
That was it, Dusty needed to think of the positives. Not to mention that he had a perfectly interesting distraction sitting at the table with him! With an awkward pause, Dusty hesitated before offering his hand to the stranger.
"Look at me, I've forgotten my manners," he said, giving the other man an apologetic smile. "My name is Dustin Appleton-Carter. It's a pleasure to meet you." Why not make friends with this man? He must have had at least a few interesting stories to tell.
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Shortly after Aleksy had taken his seat at this man's table he realized that the pub was completely full now. He suddenly felt lucky to had gotten in when he did. It didn't seem at all odd to him that people were flooding into pubs at this time of day. At least that was something England and Poland had in common. "This place filled up fast." He remarked, continuing to watch as more people seemed to come in than leave.
Not surprisingly, this man had announced that he was also boarding the ship. It seemed trendy and he certainly appeared like the kind of man who had the money. Aleksy was sure this man had much different motivations for boarding than he did, likely to visit the family he just spoke of. "My family is still back in Poland. I told them I would send them something." Aleksy let out a small chuckle as he thought about what the odds of that would be. He would have to make enough just to survive himself. This man in front of him seemed so fortunate, likely never having to worry about where his next meal was going to come from.
As soon as one of the waiters came over to their table in the crowded pub, Aleksy ordered a single drink. He had promised himself only one, after all. Whatever money he had he knew he had to save for when he landed in America. Finding a job was tough so he managed to accumulate at least a few weeks worth of savings. That would be his entire lifeline.
"You can just call me Aleksy." Aleksy responded as soon as the man introduced himself. It was so sudden, but it was a nice friendly gesture for once. People had a tendency to treat him with suspicion, being a foreigner in these parts. This was especially surprising, coming from the type of person he would have expected to shun him. Perhaps Dusty, as he called himself, was different? Now Aleksy was intrigued about this man.
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The man in front of him, Alexy as he called himself, seemed a bit run-down. Alexy had come all the way from Poland, and he wasn't even done with the entire journey yet. It was probably tiring. No wonder the man needed a drink.
"Would you let me pay for your drink, Alexy?" The name felt foreign on his lips, but not uncomfortable. Dusty had met a man or two who had thought of similar offers as insults. Pride was most probably why anyone would deny such an offer. Or maybe Dusty truly sounded presumptuous with offers like that.
"I will ask you to call me Dusty of course, it seems only fair!" Dusty said with conviction. This was going quite smoothly, wasn't it? They were already over the last names! Unless Alexy was his new pals last name, it was always difficult to tell with foreigners. Befriending this man couldn't hurt much at all. He seemed the honest type too. Dusty had always thought himself as a good judge of character. He had no doubt his senses were on the right with this one.
"It must be exciting, traveling all on your own," Dusty wondered aloud, his own drink now completely forgotten. "I'm afraid my trips around the world have always been cut short. In all honesty, I've never even made it out of the country." And when he finally got out of the country, he would be tied to a woman the whole duration of his trip. Dusty wondered if the Fortune had any safe places to hide from unwelcome eyes. Then again, he doubted he could actually do that. His family wouldn't be too happy if he tried to hide from his fiance. That would defeat the whole purpose of the cruise, at least in his mothers eyes. Once again, Dusty found himself dwelling on things he couldn't change. Trying his best to wipe off the unhappy expression from his face, Dusty tried to find another subject of discussion.
"So, ah, how is life in Poland? Why didn't your family come with you?"
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Aleksy felt delighted to have this man pay for his drink despite hardly knowing him. He knew that he likely had more money to spare than he did. The clothing tended to give away his social status very quickly. "Sure, but I don't want to become a burden. I need my savings too though." Aleksy responded, still carrying his heavy accent and stuffing the money he had just pulled out into his trouser pocket. His grey trousers were clearly much more bland than anything Dusty was wearing.
"So you're from here?" Aleksy asked Dusty as he patiently awaited his drink. The man had spoken about never travelling, which surprised him. It was usually common for men of his sort of status to travel across Europe to the most prestigious schools. Those marrying into money were expected to be educated and surely Dusty was no exception. "I'm not from here obviously, but I have travelled across the mainland to get here, ended up stranded in Germany for months after being robbed though. I ended having to work to complete my journey and now I'm here." Aleksy briefly told details about his journey, even recalling one particular incident in Germany that had delayed him; he had been walking down the streets after a night of drinking only to be mugged. Of course it was hardly a mugging since he had been too violent to resist so just willingly handed over his money, but it was enough to leave him stuck.
As soon as the drink arrived Aleksy quickly downed the entire thing before continuing to converse with Dusty. The man seemed intrigued enough for him to continue going on, yet he wanted to know more about him too. What was his reasoning for going to America? Obviously it was likely to be much different from his own. "Life back home was hard. We were barely getting by. We live on a small farm, but we had a bad harvest the past few years. That farm is our entire lifeline so if it fails then we go down with it. Recently my mother got sick too so we had less hands working. I suppose I was kind of their last hope, to travel to America in search of fortune." Aleksy suddenly felt himself getting distressed as he spoke of his mother so quickly dropped the subject. He hoped that his efforts would help at least get her proper treatment. "What about you? I presume you have had a pretty easy life?" He quickly shifted to Dusty instead.
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"It's not a burden at all," Dusty reassured the man with a light wave of his hand. He had more than enough money to spare, after all. He had never been the spending type, but a drink or two for a friend wasn't what he would call reckless spending.
Nodding at Aleksy's question, settling to listen at the other man. He had quite a bit to tell, his travels clearly more than eventful if nothing else. The telling of the violent mugging made Dusty wonder how long he would survive if he were to travel on his own. Perhaps it had been smart not to go to Paris after all. Who knows how Aleksy had survived such an experience. Dusty was starting to feel extremely sheltered and weak compared to the other man. The other man had survived such an ordeal, and he hadn't just turned back. Dusty would have probably ran back home with his tail between his legs.
Then again, it appeared that Aleksy didn't really have the choice to do that. If his family needed the money, the help, what else were you to do? A respectful trait, Dusty knew. Aleksy was a good man, and he clearly loved his family. The man seemed distraught over his mother, and Dusty gave the man a sympathetic look. He had difficulty imagining what he would do if his mother fell sick. She was a good woman, a good mother too. It's not like she knew about his... differences and the problems that came with it.
He had no permission to complain though. At least his family was well set and he had a bright future in front of him, even if everything wouldn't go exactly as he wanted. Letting out a chuckle, he shrugged and nodded.
"I can't deny that my life has been easy compared to yours. I've lived here all my life. I studied in Cambridge though, since that's a bit of a family tradition," Dusty smiled at Aleksy slightly awkwardly. "I should inherit my fathers business, unless something goes horribly wrong. My sister has married - her husband and her are boarding the Fortune as well. Father didn't wish to come. He's not one to abandon his work. Miss Bancroft will be joining us too, as my mother wished us to... get to know each other better."
The awkward smile twisted into something closer to a grimace. Dusty found his forgotten glass of rum and drank it with a quick gulp. He couldn't help but feel bitter. Setting the now empty glass back down, Dusty shook his head and glanced at Aleksy, slightly embarrassed.
"I'm sad to say I'm not particularly happy with this particular engagement," Dusty continued with another shrug.
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In a way Dusty almost seemed fortunate. Just by the way he described his life it seemed so easy in comparison to Aleksy's own. However, it seemed advantageous too; most challenges would have him continuing on while somebody like Dusty would have a much harder time. Aleksy tried to imagine him as a farmhand. The very thought made him chuckle, albeit not in a mockingly way.
Suddenly Dusty's mention of an engagement caught Aleksy's attention. Dusty didn't seem too happy about it, surprisingly. Aleksy began to wonder why. "You're getting married? It's something you should be excited about." He confronted Dusty, attempting to reassure him that marriage couldn't be all bad. It made Aleksy think about his own relationships. He had been in a few, only to have them end badly after realizing the partners had loved him more than he loved them. Much to his parent's disappointment he was approaching his mid-twenties and was still not married. "My parents are hoping I meet a nice woman in America, maybe even somebody wealthy. That alone would help my family substantially." He added, letting out yet another chuckle. Of course the odds of that actually happening were very low as the different social classes rarely even interacted in such a manner to get that close.
Aleksy felt it was nice to talk to this man as he seemed to have much to offer. However, he quickly checked the time and realized they would need to board the ship very soon. It slightly made Aleksy disappointed to know his interaction with this man was very short, but he was looking forward to all the people he would meet along the way. The one thing he didn't regret about this journey were all the interesting people he had encountered along the way, all the way from beggars, gypsies, and now even people like Dusty. "It was nice talking to you, but I believe we only have a few more minutes. The ship will be departing soon." Aleksy said with a slight frown.
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It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to get excited. This trip would apparently be the best way to fall in love with his fiance. It wasn't as if miss Bancroft was ugly or unpleasant company... yet none of these thoughts made Dusty any less apprehensive about the marriage. These thoughts were tiring Dusty. With an uncertain nod, he agreed with Aleksy's words. His sister had been ecstatic about her proposal and following marriage. Dusty had a feeling there wasn't a happier couple in all of England. In all honesty, Dusty wondered if those two ever fought, seeing they were almost painfully saccharine at all times. He wouldn't feel the similar pull that his sister clearly felt towards her beloved Joseph, he could try and settle into married life, Dusty told himself.
"Who knows, I've heard that happen before. A friend of a friend by the name of Wiltshire apparently married a waiter a few years ago. His parents weren't happy with his choice, but I hear they're doing quite well, all things considering." Such things were rare and few-between. Dusty wondered if Aleksy would be lucky enough to find his sweetheart from a richer family than his own. It didn't seem like an impossible thought. Far from it, even.
Dusty had a feeling that if Aleksy hadn't warned him about the time, he would have surely forgotten to board the ship in time. If it hadn't been for the other man, he would have surely missed the ship. The time seemed to just fly by with his new friend around.
"You are right," Dusty replied to him with a nod, glancing at his watch while he was at it. Getting up, he gestured towards the door. "Why won't we walk to the Fortune together? Since we're already heading to the right direction."
Dusty wondered how difficult it would be to find his new friend on the ship. Perhaps he could try and venture down to the lower decks if he needed a break from his family. Wondering how difficult it would be, Dusty stepped out of the smoke filled pub, expecting Aleksy to follow along if he wished to.
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It was clear to Aleksy that Dusty had been rushing through the rest of the conversation as soon as he had announced the time. He was sure it would have been a great embarrassment to the man to miss the ship. He had an engagement to get to, by the sounds of it. Perhaps this trip was intended to give Dusty time to bond with his fiancee he didn't seem to enthused about? It was a subject Aleksy didn't feel it was right to inquire any further on.
"Sure. We can walk there together although I'm sure I'm going to a much less pleasant place than you." Aleksy responded to Dusty as he picked up his bags off the pub floor. He knew to pack light right when he left Poland and since then he hadn't regretted it. It was just a few changes of clothing and some of his most valuable and sentimental belongings. It was all he needed really. Anything else he was bound to pick up on the way. Swinging the bag over his shoulder, he made his way over to the door.
It wasn't until he was back outside that Aleksy had noticed how smoky the pub had been. Despite being an occasional smoker himself he didn't enjoy being around too much smoke for long so it was relieving to him to be back outside in the fresh air. He suddenly wondered what kind of environment the ship would have. A part of him hoped that the entire quarters wouldn't be smoke-filled as it would make for an uncomfortable trip. "I'm not sure how I will feel about this place once I'm gone. It'll just be another stop in my journey I suppose and you'll go onto my list as yet another of the interesting people I have met along the way." Aleksy explained as he walked alongside Dusty whom he was now catching up with. He figured he'd enjoy their last moments together before parting ways, probably forever.