VerusEbullio

Survivors RP

Vince had been grounded and separated from the group. Not by any intention of Piper he had hoped. There were still people running about, helping people out and trying to regain whatever they had lost on the crash. He had observed one man who, despite his injures had walked himself back to the wreck, tore apart the luggage compartment until he had found his own bag. The man drug to case to where he was sitting and began handling out blankets. Was he going to Canada or something? Afraid he was going to freeze to death. Why pack three blankets? Vince sighed. Why this man had an abundance of blankets would remain a mystery , for now they came in handy. His gazed turned to the girl who had sat herself beside him. The oblivious little girl who had asked if he had wanted her to move him with the steel bar protruding from his leg. Everyone else had looked quite busy, dying, or trying to not.

"Well then" Vince exclaimed as he readied himself for standing. It was gonna hurt, and some part of him was telling him to stay down, but for once he went against his better judgement. He didn't want his clothing getting anymore damaged. His efforts were in vain however, as the soles of his injured leg tapped the sand. There is only so much ibuprofen can do, and stopping the surging pain from spiking up his leg was not one. It had its capacity for pain relieving and this was too much. The man gripped his leg once again, this time letting out a painful screech as he fell forward. His face made contact with the sand as his open mouth filled. Sand replaced his scream with a gagging sound as he began spitting out all that had entered his mouth. Vince clutched his leg a moment longing, waiting for the pain to subside, and taking in deep breaths.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

Theodore grinned at the boys gestured rapier skills. "It's harder then you thing, Prince. A mere melee tournament is nothing like sword fighting on a boat. The floor under you shifts and swags, you have to adjust your balance or your dead." His statement was meant to be a light one, recalling when he had first started his sword training with his father. He continued to watch the boy move about the room, his invisible rapier in hand. "You heard about it?" He asked then soon felt senseless for asking such a question. He was a prince, of course he knew of other places, just had never been there. "from what I heard from Balu, Berian had a bed to himself, his wife couldn't fit on it with him, and the man had thought he was completely safe in leaving the crown at the dinner table. Never seen the man myself, though Balu can exaggerate things when he tells a story." He commented watching the prince sit right beside him. "I was quite enjoying being Prince William of the Golden Threads, but Theodore will did, only if I get your name, Prince." He said said, with pirate grin a crossed his face. After getting the Prince's name and repeated it a few times to himself, making sure to get it into his head. "Callum, Calllllllum, Caaaaallllooooom!" He said aloud staring at the ceiling. "Callum". He finally said looking over at the prince who didn't looked all to expressed with his english skills. His grin grew bigger, thinning out his lips more. Unfortunately Callum did have other duties to attend to today, and with a polite reminder from the Keeper had been sent away well Theo got his next serving .

The next month went by slowly. Theodore had only managed to see a handful of times, when he had walked by his cell. Most of his days were spent with the children's books Callum had left for him. He had attempted to read every single one of them after he had full understood 'The Prince of Crying'. He couldn't believe the ending. "Thats what he gets.." Theodore had muttered under his breath as The Keeper and walked by one day. Poor man thought Theodore was going insane and had made sure the record every sentence that seemed off in his daily reports. Some were a little easier to understand and others harder. This morning he would read 'The Prince of Crying' then get to work in grooming himself, before he tackled the big one.

He had also continued to practice his penmanship. He was getting better. When he had started his letters were more like scribbles done by a toddler, however, as he continued to fill up the book and slowly his letters took a smooth form at the bottom of the page. He wanted to show Callum next time he came to visit, all the improvement he had made. In the back of the book were simple lined pages, void of the single letter in the corner as the rest of the book had. It was intended for writing sentences, as Theodore used it for just that. He took the simple quill that had been there when he arrived there, in his left hand and began writing out random things such as, 'The birds fly south for the winter.' and 'When is there a good time to be with their friends.' There was so many words that sounded the same , but were different. Theo made sure to practice and remind himself of the differences between them.

When he finished up his writing for the day his attention turned to the bookshelf. Theodore rose from his chair, his feet shifting towards the bookshelf, and took a deep breath as he allowed his fingers to track along the spines. Today would be the day he tried a different book. His eyes closed tightly as he reached for the first book his fingers touched, and pulled it from the shelf. When the pirate opened his eyes he looked immediately at the title 'The Holy Book of Junia'. "Holy?" He asked aloud, to no one in particular. "This book doesn't look holy to me, quite solid in fact.." He commented peering at the book from all different directions.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

Theodore smiled " The most noble of the Sandman's followers" He added onto Callum's comment about sugar plum fairies. Many fairy tales rolled with ocean tides. Myths and legends that had all went into details about where storms come from and the changing of weather. For the most part, they were easy to believe. He himself had once prayed to Calypso when she conjured up a massive storm. He thought of the old story Elmere had told him once about her. She was the sea itself, allowing her children to run free. The pirate looked towards the prince as he had picked up the book, explaining its content. Theo nodded in recognition to what the young man had said and pushed thoughts of the sea from his mind.

Callum, stealing the pirate's focus began flipping a book fill of wordless pages. Explaining how to use the book and then going over the letters themselves. Theodore stared at the different letters, imprinting each curse, circle, and line into his mind. When he was younger his mother had praised Theo for his quick learning. She herself hadn't been the most literate, however she could read children's stories to him at night. Theodore repeated each of the letters aloud to Callum. There had been times where the prince had felt the need to re-pronounce a letter here and there, boring Theo a little. The pirate had allowed the occasional sigh to slip from his lips, because he didn't sound any different from Callum when he revoiced the letters. Then came combinations. Some were really confusing like how with 'ph' the 'p' is silent, and where the 'i' and 'e' were placed in the word changed how they sounded, or made a sounds at all. Like how 'bite' wasn't 'by-tee', and 'weird' wasn't 'wee-i-rr-d'. Theodore made as many mental notes of all these things as he could before the prince and reached to the bed. The abandoned book that he had chosen to read was still laying where he had left it. watching Callum lift the small book and read the title so clearly and slow. reading must come as natural as speaking to nobles. "The Prince of Cry-ing" Theo repeated almost just as slow as the prince did, then was taking back in shock as the man purposed Theo attempt to read it. Could he? Even with the cheat sheet that had been made for him could he pull it off without outside help? Theodore finally looked back from the book and met both Callum's eyes with his own. His clouded iris moving involuntarily with his good eye. watching the boy sit down on the bench "I suppose it is my turn." He replied, a smile of gratitude curling his lips slightly. The boy almost looked cute, a childish cute that one might have while waiting for a bedtime story. However, the smile didn't last long with the boys sudden mention of a child. "I suppose-" He had started in a low tone, but was cut off the prince who had finished his sentence. "Your brother?!" Theodore said in almost a shout. He had still been quite drunk when the old hunchback had asked his name. It had sounded funny at that time, and he hadn't fully realized where he had heard it before. "I..I guess I got caught on that one eh?" He asked rhetorically. He had been caught, although the prince didn't ask for further information on what his real name might have been, so he wouldn't tell. If the off chance was that his name was one that the boy knew he could be put to death. "right then a story.." He said changing the subject.

Theodore pondered on a different story, leaving his last one only half complete. "At 19 I had started my own crew. My first mate, Balu, and I had planned out our entire future. Filled with gold and rum and woman." He began with a smirk. "We had washed ashore on some port that even to this day I don't know the name of. Anyway, Balu had some great idea to steal a navy ship and take the kings gold. High tailing it out of there. Well it was suppose to go smoothly, he had a much smaller built then I did. Plus on his homeland he was a hunter, so sneaking was his best skills. We went our separate ways that night and were suppose to meet on deck of the ship. I had a little dagger that my father had given to me, no sword, no armor. I swear these guys were massive. Built like boulders and carried long swords that out did my dagger in every way possible." This was one the more manlier stories Theodore could think of.

He stood with one hand angled an imagined dagger at an invisible enemy. "I had clumsy feet and stumbled onto the deck, waking all the navy patrols below, as well as alarming the guards of exacting where I was. They came at me, swords in hand. Metal to metal my dagger held its ground. They hit hard. Hit enough that it vibrated my entire arm! I swung the tiny dagger, hooking it under the hilt of his sword. With a yank the sword went flying. Without thinking I gave the man a kick, blowing him off the deck and taking 3 others with him. But they didn't have enough they kept coming and coming. Sweat poured from my brow. They struck with killing force. Most I dodged and they would take each other out. Others went for a jabbing motion. I grabbed a stray sword and fought them off their own deck. Most went swimming for land, well others had met a watery grave thanks to the great Theodore 'Dead-eye' Daniels. After Balu returned with our gold and even the crown, we sailed away." Theo had been acting out his sword fights throughout the room as if he had rehearsed it a million times over. He didn't even realized that he had just blurted out not only his name, but his pirate title as well. He planted himself back on the bed, now laying down and taking a moments rest before turning to look towards the young man.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

Theodore chuckled lightly. Seeing the boys reaction towards his transformation lifted his heart. Today the pirate had seemed much happier than in the past. He felt it too. There was a sense of freedom that came when his beard left. His face was brighter. Not just from the lack of dirt colored mats that used to mask the lower portion of his face, but rather it felt like he had gained some pride back. The cell didn't seem to enclose him, it expanded a little giving him room the breath. "Pirate's have done deal with witches and magical hair cut imps for thousands of years. It just took them awhile to find me, being locked up and all." There was a joking matter in his voice that rang with every word. The statement held no malice towards the prince. Were they turning into friends? That was not possible. The royal prince of most noble blood, befriending a pirate. A friendship based off a clean shave and some books. This prince was just passing time, Theodore told himself.

"Better books?" Theodore inquired. "What is wrong with those one?" He asked in confusion. How many different books there were in the world as a complete mystery to the pirate. He used them of other purposes on his ship, and they were rarely seen in any sort of good condition within the cabins. Puzzled by the books the prince had began to lay out, Theodore walked over to the table. Staring at the cover of each until the next was put down. When they all lay upon the time Theo's eye begun examining the covers. These were much different from the books on his self. Quite thinner and much more colorful. The books that self contained were all thick in pages and leather bound. None had any defining features at all about them. If Theo picked one of and places it in a different portion of the self, it wouldn't look any different.

After taking into careful consideration and analyzing the pirate came up with his answer, he turned his head to the prince and let out a small breath "What are they about?" He asked, in the most serious voice he could mutter. With the denial of the information to which he inclined to know the man went back to staring at the books. This wasn't getting him anywhere and he sighed. The one book that popped out the most was the second to be placed on the table. He didn't know why, he could he recognize the "The" at the beginning and the only reason he knew that must was because they were the first three letters of his name. He picked up the book entitled, 'The Prince of Crying'. For a moment Theodore had intended to pronounce the title "Thee.." He began as if he were to say his name, but paused. The rest of the words he had no idea. Blank from his memory and replaced with swordsmanship and gold, lots of gold. "Thee" He began against, now taking the book to his bed as he pondered the next word. It was a fruitless effort and he laid the book against his bed and looked up, finially towards the prince for answers.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

The Pirate was happy to hear that the prince and liked his story. "Yes, many places. All different in culture and the food, and the fighting. It was truly something I consider luck to have" Theodore said detecting a hint of pain behind hearing of how lucky he was. Turning to face Callum. His brows raised in shock "You want to, teach me to read? I have no need for such lessons. What man cannot read. Those are just.." He paused trying to think of a word. "..Boring." He finished after a few moments. Had Callum really figured it out. Theo guessed it wasn't hard, seeing as the self looked almost untouched. His head was turned away as to not make eye contact with the boy. He couldn't hold it back for long however. Sure enough the pirate found himself turning his eyes back to the prince. "Ok.. You help me, and for every bit more I learn, I will tell you more stories." He finished smiling slightly at the thought.

The rest of there visit was short. The prince might have had other duties for all Theodore knew, and he didn't bother to ask. Giving Callum a goodbye nod was he left. Saying goodbye, like an old friend would be weird, and waving is just girly. A nod was a mans way to say goodbye without words, at least Theodore thought it was. As the cell closed and the prince walked away Theodore went back to his lounging about the cell. His mind now filled with thoughts of the prince. He strolled over to the bookshelf. The pirate didn't touch any of them, just looked. For all he knew they had their own adventures of sea monsters and far off lands that he had never seen as well.

Turning to go back to the bed Theo bumped into a small wooden case that had been unknowingly laid on the table. Plain is appearance on the outside that made Theodore's mind wonder when it had gotten there. It wasn't there before. Did the prince leave it for him? The pirate slid the case open and found what had been hiding without it. A small chain that held several shaving knives. "What the.." Theodore exclaimed as the held a handle of one of the knives in his palm. Each had their own jewel on within their handles. It was beautiful, far greater than the one he had in the captain's cabin. Was this a gift to him. Weird to the prince to leave the pirate a gift. What Theodore didn't hold that thought for too much longer. He took a cup of water that had been sitting at the corner of the table and splashed some onto the table. Using it as a mirror, the pirate hacked away at the mats that consumed his face until he was close to skin. Then came the sculpting. He changed knives for every like detail, making sure to get his facial hair just how he had loved it, before the prison had took it. Carefully gliding the blades down his face, revealing that he had one under all that hair. Taking one the bigger ones he slashed off his hair. Now Theodore clean cut and lighter. cleaning up the mess would be easy, take it to the waste bucket. He finished with ripping a piece of cloth off his pants and tying his hair into a ponytail.

Over the next few days Theodore had gotten into the routine of staving again, making sure his cheeks were smooth and that the little beard he had now stayed little. The knives, he had hid at the back of the bookshelf, behind several of the books that he couldn't read. He didn't want someone to come and find them and take them from him. They were precious. This was a lazy day for him. Theodore had already eaten and was now attempting to take a nap. Curled up in the bed, the window open the allow sunlight to hit him with warmth. He was dreaming of sailing. Showing the world to someone as if this was their first time. His smile was bright and the wind blew threw his hair.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

Theo chuckled slightly."A little boy like yourself? You're old enough for that?" He said continuing his chuckle for a few moments after his comment. The Prince still looked very much a child, in both spirit, experience, and physical appearance. If you stood Theodore and Callum side by side, Theo would win. When the young man regarded the books Theo gave them a quick glance before returning the sight of his good eye back to Callum, who had planted his behind on the edge of the pirate's bed. Theodore, feeling uncomfortable backed up a little more against the wall. He wouldn't tell this man that he couldn't read a single page of any of the books on the self, or of anything else for that matter.

"Stories? You want me, to you stories?" He said relaxing his figure closer to the prince now. Leaning so close to Callum that his overgrown beard rubbed against the prince bare face." If I give you stories you must give me something in return" He said. There were only a few things his heart desired, none of which this man would agree to. "Freedom..." The word flowed out of his mouth like water, as if it was the ship itself, rocking a long the ocean. The answer was just as he was expecting, but that didn't stop it from hurting. "Than I want a mountain of gold doubloons!!" He said, throwing his arms up into the air leaning back. The emphasis of the motions caused Theo to fall back against the bed, just missing the wall. Still his request was denied. A sigh erupted from under his knotted beard. "Fine." he said in utter disappointment and began thinking of a story to tell.\

"Stories normally start with once upon a time, my mother had told me that once. So once upon a time a boy lived both feet on the ground. His heart born to the sea herself, and thus he wished nothing more than to meet that call. Although his father would be gone for months at a time, he had always returned with much love for the boy. On the boy's 5th birthday his father decided and a common wasn't for his son. The boy was not to be a writer, nor observe n adventure through the pages of a book. There is only one way to live, experience the world." Theodore started. This was one of his favorite things to do. Telling stories to explain his life. The crew had often done that. The difference now was that he didn't have to worry about some drunk stumbling over and changing the story halfway through.

"The boys mother didn't have a choice to let the boy go. She had seen how her son yearned for the blue waves off the port. Of course there is not much a child can do on a boat, and this boy was the only one. He had made friends with the oldest member of the crew, Elmere, who shared stories not of what had happened, but what the boy was going to experience." Theodore continued, his eyes narrowed as he remorsed over the man in the story. The pirate shook his head and stood. He drew the curtain open on the window and stared out.

"Little did I know that my first adventure was going to be his last. Alistria, a dangerous native island where the natives bore huge teeth that popped out of their mouths like tusks. That was my first adventure. It took us only weeks to get from my homeland to that barbaric land. The ship had been left a miles off the islands shore. Alistria looked as if it were a funny hat. The mountain that took up most of the island was lope sided and curved into a point that seemed to droop downward on its left side. No matter where your eyes looked there was green. The thick trucks of any tree were covered in mosses and hidden behind leaves of trees. Big leaves. Some bigger than I had been at the time. I took a moment to take it in as we had landed ashore. The sand was soft, like duck feathers and rushed around your feet as the tide tried to sweep you away. " Theodore was now turned away from the window and facing Callum, moving about the cell as if it were a stage as he played out his story. His arm waving about the air to attempt to recreate the scene in midair.

"We were only suppose to be there for a short time. Find food and leave. I had wondered off, as the others did. I found these weird fruits. With yellow on their bottoms and red on their tops, growing from a tall tree. When i managed to get one down I thought it might break under the pressure of my grip. So I had to gently before I stuffed the thing to my mouth. For all I knew it was poisonous and I would drop dead any moment. But the favor whirled around in my mouth. That foreign sweetness almost as hypnotizing as the view when I looked out. The tree had been perched at a high enough altitude that the canopy of the lower level could just be seen over. The ocean tucking the sun into bed for the night. Strikes of orange and red filled the the skies, and reflected onto the water." Theodore continued his hand motions before returning to his bed. "We made camp on the beach. No one knew of my own adventure." He smiled. There was more to that story. He had been meaning to tell in the beginning, the natives still had to come in. Something a little more manly. This lighter story was his end result. He hadn't turned to look at Callum and actually see him. This wasn't the story the prince wanted. He had wanted daring pirates, who pillaged and stole. There were plenty of those stories to be told, thus Theodore had started with this one. Now Theodore turned to look, to see the reaction of his listener.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

The weeks that followed were much better than the past year. He still ate his food cautiously, not wanting to risk starving when a shortage hit. He kept small scraps on the book self, wedged between the books that he couldn't read. There were too many words that he didn't know. He had attempted to read one out of boredom. The end result was a headache and more confusion to why people wasted their time and energy making up weird symbols to put on paper. Prisoners would attempt to talk to him now and again. Asking pointless question like "Why did the prince put you here?" and "Are you a real pirate".

To which he had answered to best way he could. "Yes, he put me here to keep an eye and ye' land lovers, n' such that there be no fornicating with ye bedding.". Noble land people who knew nothing outside their own port were sad folk, and it amused him greatly that they had believed him and left him alone to his boredom. He had attempted to braid the dreads that were forming his beard. However, that had been abandoned shortly after getting one of his fingers stuck and having to it out. Now he would just have to waste the day away laying on his bed, feeling whatever little breath could make it in.

The next morning he had heard the prince was coming for a visit from the new Keeper he had. A route check up to make sure everything was up to standard. As far as he knew it was. He couldn't complain, other than his utter boredom of course. Theodore was staring at the ceiling when the Prince finally made it to his cell. The opening cell door caught his attention and for a moment he thought he was being released. The door closed again and he gave a sigh and returned to his staring. "Do you give personal visits like this to everyone . Or am I just special?" He said with a smirk. It wasn't like the one Theodore had given the prince weeks prior. It was a happy, sarcastic smirk. "I trust your parents feed and water you daily as well." He added sitting up. "Improved, but not fixed." After his finial comment he stopped talking to give the prince a chance to explain himself.

Survivors RP

Vince peered up just in time to see a young woman appear in front of him and asked if he wanted her help. She was pretty decent, a specimen he might have used to model his clothing, but was there ever a more ridiculous question to be asked to a man who had just survived a plane wreck. "You have to ask?!" He heard himself yell. Obvious pain shot through his voice, he had been keeping it bottled up, but with the asking of such a question he released some of it out at her in anger. Pain shot through his thigh and his fingers turned white as they applied pressure, awaiting someone who didn't have to ask. As another women approached him he prayed she wouldn't have to have a conversation with Thing One here, standing in front of him to figure out that he needed help. Relieved by her voices slightly, only in the fact that she had some idea as to what she was doing he would keep his mouth shot. If he angered this woman, she might abandon him and he would had to hop about like he was now.

"Vincent.." He said, for a moment releasing his clenched jaw to speak, only to allow his hands to grip his thigh tighter. "You're not a doctor?" He asked, a small attempt to make small talk, maybe even keep his sanity. He didn't want to unleash his temper in such an unstable situation. It would only end in the death of him. The seat laid back and as did Vince, letting out a scream as the muscles of his thigh tore around the bar. Taking a few deep breaths was all he had time before the woman stuffed a t-shirt into his mouth. Better than something else, he thought. The thought didn't last long as the woman began counting. His mind hadn't completely been on her voice. Vince wanted to ask why she was counting , but found out before he could ask. His teeth sunk into his t-shirt, wetting it in saliva. His eyes cramming themselves shut, not wanting to witness the gore. He was going to bleed out, he could see it like a movie playing on the back of his eyelids. However, this girl worked fast. She tied the arteries and veins with speed, he was unsure of what she had used to tie them with, but it had worked. The hot sewing needle was the best part weaving in and out of his skin like silk. There was almost a grace to the way she worked. He managed to open his eyes, still biting down on the cloth, and watch her stitch him. He took the pills when given to him

When she was finished and helped him up he gave a smile. Whether it was real gratitude or convenient for the moment he was unsure. "Thank you." He said, not remembering the last time he had said the phrase. The limping man managed to make it out of the wreckage with the woman's help. He let his leg lay where the Piper had put it and watching her go off to help the others.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

Theodore's eyes slid closed once again, as the young prince turned away from him. It was no surprise that the boy had been shocked by what he saw. The deformed, useless eyes on the right side of his face. It was accompanied by a scar, which made for quite the interesting story. At least he thought so. He listened to the Young prince and the hunchback talk. This little girl of a man was fierce for his age. Although Theodore didn't open his eyes, he did hear the wroth in the boys voice. Amazing how all that could come from such a small figure. The next thing he felt almost seemed foreign to him. The straps being released from his body. He was free. Not that the freedom did him much good, the Keeper had seen to that. His body raised and forced into shackles. Like he would even attempt to run and risk a wrathful prince chasing after him. Theodore could guess that the boy was fast, with no muscle to weigh him down it wouldn't be hard.

Things kept getting more and more strange to the pirate on this day. The prince was actually taking him up the stairs. Was it to freedom? Had he paid his debts and was free to attempt life again? No, it wasn't meant for him. Another cell, much better. However, no matter how many bows you put on a cage, it is still a cage. This was his cage. A wind blew into the cell from the window, and for a long moment Theodore just stared. His ears had picked up on the princes words, however his mind thought only of the window. Even without all the luxuries, with this window he was in both heaven and hell. He had a chance to see the stars that once guided him through the ocean, he had a chance to feel the breath through his thick hair. The reality wouldn't change however, that this was still, a cell. He could see and feel, but never touch. Never feel the oak of his ships wheel that he longed for. Was this really better? He had thought right from the start the window was beautiful, although now, after taking in the scene, it was its own torture that perhaps that boy didn't understand.

"Unsightly behavior.." He muttered lightly, snapping back from his own thoughts as his shacklings were removed. He rolled his ankles slightly at the relief and took a seat on the bed. It was like a cloud, compared to the wood table and he soon went from sitting to laying. His overgrown beard now hiding his smile. His mind was everywhere, bouncing between if this was a good thing or bad. His mother had taught him how to read small words, but not well enough to pick up a book, so the self was useless to him. These cells weren't meant for his kind, that was obvious, so the slots in the walls were useless. He wondered what else was different. Would he get food? Water? Soon hopefully, at least on the water. He smacked his lips lightly feeling the dry torn skin and licked them slightly. It wouldn't help, but it made him think it would. "I am a pirate, boy, remember that before you start handing me things. I heard you have papers once papers telling you everything about me, from what I smell like to my darkest secrets. Why should I tell you anything?" Theodore asked against, pausing a few times in between to take a cough and clear his throat once again. He tilted his head to once again meet the eyes of the prince. What did this man want with him he thought as his eyes thinned.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

Theodore closed his eyes, trying to focus his ears into hearing the conversation going on just outside the door.That old hump back. When he gets out, that man will be the first. This place was made horrible by that man. He had treated others within this prison with dignity at the beginning. That had lost its appeal quite quick it seemed. Most the prisoners at least got half a meal each. Theodore got nothing. He had been given a small cut from a loaf of bread once, but it was long gone. If it weren't for the facial hair he had, one might think he were a skeleton. that is, if they didn't already think that from looking at his torso. When the slender man had approached him he opened his eyes to meet the face of the young prince.

His left eye whited-out, clearly sightless, still gazed at the feminine features of the man. Not befitting of a prince at all, more of a women playing a game of pretend. Theodore coughed slightly to clear his throat. "But just a few minutes, sir" he said in a mocking tone towards to foul little man. "Thought I needed a stretch, m'lord." He added with a dry smirk. How was he to know how long he had been there for. Could it have only been a few minutes? No, it had to have been days. His belly had been almost align with his rib cage when he had been put on the rack. Yes, much longer. He coughed again. This time into a minor fit that tore and stung his throat, and when it was finished he took a deep breath in the regain the air he had lost. It was obvious just from looking at him that his right arm just no longer in his socket. The torture had already been carried out on this device. Evidence of using multiple devices was also very evident on his chest. The stubborn pirate still held his smirk towards the young prince.