8th of Summer, 514 AV
With his ever filling study book open, Pulren looked around the small classroom in the University. There were a few other hopeful sailors there, but no one he recognized. They all shared a puzzled look among them, as the only water to be seen was a steady drip outside the window from a recent rain shower. A few sighs escaped the mouths of the students when a slight dragging sound brought their attention to the entryway of the room. A middle aged man of about six feet in height limped into the room, his lame leg seeming to function a bit.
"Everyone done lookin at me leg?" The class snapped their attention up to his face, a weathered thing that had been out in the sun and wind for some time. Curly chops framed a square face beneath a cap, a sort of scowl impressed upon it. Whether the scowl came with the face or grew there was a question for the ages. "Alright then. I'm Cap'n Walt Roy and I'll be trainin ye lads to gain yer sea legs and call yourselves proper sailors. You can call me Cap'n." Pulren nodded and wrote the man's name in his book nonetheless, underlining Cap'n for emphasis of memory.
Picking up a piece of chalk, Cap'n Roy proceeded to draw the shape of a ship as if looking down at it, the pointed end at the top and the squarish rounded end at the bottom. He then drew a straight line next to it with a sort of rounded half circle beneath it, little wave shapes at the middle of it to represent the side view of the boat. Pulren did his best to copy the diagram on the next two open pages, leaving plenty of room for notes.
"You're probably all wondering why we are in a room rather than out on a boat for sailing lessons. It's a simple answer. There's a much smaller chance of ye drowning in this room. When ye can all prove that you have the knowledge of the boat and can follow simple directions, we might take a walk down to the docks, but none sooner." Looking out at the class, he turned to the board.
With his ever filling study book open, Pulren looked around the small classroom in the University. There were a few other hopeful sailors there, but no one he recognized. They all shared a puzzled look among them, as the only water to be seen was a steady drip outside the window from a recent rain shower. A few sighs escaped the mouths of the students when a slight dragging sound brought their attention to the entryway of the room. A middle aged man of about six feet in height limped into the room, his lame leg seeming to function a bit.
"Everyone done lookin at me leg?" The class snapped their attention up to his face, a weathered thing that had been out in the sun and wind for some time. Curly chops framed a square face beneath a cap, a sort of scowl impressed upon it. Whether the scowl came with the face or grew there was a question for the ages. "Alright then. I'm Cap'n Walt Roy and I'll be trainin ye lads to gain yer sea legs and call yourselves proper sailors. You can call me Cap'n." Pulren nodded and wrote the man's name in his book nonetheless, underlining Cap'n for emphasis of memory.
Picking up a piece of chalk, Cap'n Roy proceeded to draw the shape of a ship as if looking down at it, the pointed end at the top and the squarish rounded end at the bottom. He then drew a straight line next to it with a sort of rounded half circle beneath it, little wave shapes at the middle of it to represent the side view of the boat. Pulren did his best to copy the diagram on the next two open pages, leaving plenty of room for notes.
"You're probably all wondering why we are in a room rather than out on a boat for sailing lessons. It's a simple answer. There's a much smaller chance of ye drowning in this room. When ye can all prove that you have the knowledge of the boat and can follow simple directions, we might take a walk down to the docks, but none sooner." Looking out at the class, he turned to the board.
