Daily Life in Deadwater
“Oh, yes! Pockets met Claude in his first year with us.” Joshua’s eyes lit up and his grin widened as he recounted the meeting. “See, Claude sails downriver a couple of times a year. Ol’ Laredon and Jason told Pockets about the Halfling village. Pockets—being Pockets—was curious, but Sister Mercy insisted that he stay here. At the time, she wasn’t ready to drop anchor here. The Sister would talk as if this were just a short visit, before they went back home to rejoin their friends.
Anyway, Pockets heeded Sister Mercy, but you could tell he was anxious to go! Well, two of the Halflings came to him instead.” Joshua snickered at the memory that he would happily share very soon. “One day, Pockets invited me & Jason to play Chuck-A-Luck. We always rolled the dice out near the pier. The wager was always one of Pockets’ treasures from his adventures, or one of Momma’s pies. Well, Pockets almost ate his weight in Blackberry pies! So, right after Pockets won his third game in a row, we saw a crocodile swimming lazily past the pier. Two Halflings rode that Croc like a raft!” As he told that portion of his story, Joshua’s hands fanned out, mimicking the crocodile’s passage.
“Pockets grinned like a fool when he saw a pretty red haired Halfling girl, riding with her Daddy, Old Claude. Pockets waved, yelling, ‘Hey! Hey, Hey, HEY!” He mimicked the little Rogue in a surprisingly accurate impression. “The Halfling Girl batted her eyes, but Claude just gave Pockets the meanest look!”
Smiling, Joshua shook his head in amusement over his recollection. “Anyway, this happened again, and Pockets waggled his fingers. A shiny hand appeared, snatching Old Claude’s staff! Claude fell right off the croc and into the river!” Then, Joshua’s eyes sparkled with delight. “Pockets nearly fell over belly-laughing at Claude’s dunking! Well, Pockets didn’t know that Claude was a Druid. That Croc actually stopped and wouldn’t leave until Claude was safely on his back again.
Claude cussed and yelled at Pockets, who just kept laughing and laughing. To be honest, uh, Jason & me probably enjoyed a good laugh, too. Not for long, though. A soaking wet Claude waggled his own fingers and guess what happened?” Joshua paused. “Out of the thicket, a skunk ran up to us, hissing like a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs! I’ll be damned if that skunk didn’t turn around and spray all three of us!”
Joshua laughed so hard that tears pooled in his eyes. After he caught his breath and wiped his eyes, Joshua continued. “I’ll say that’s the only time in my life that I’ve seen Old Claude smile! Pockets was banned from the Sulphur’s Spit for nearly a week! Momma almost tore our hides up when we came home stinking of skunk, until she heard that it happened to Pockets, too! Gods, I don’t think I’ve seen my Momma laugh so hard…!”
At that, Joshua shook his head with a bittersweet smile. However, sharing that particular memory of his mother with Lenelle was a happy moment. “Nowadays, I think Claude has softened a little. As for Bullywugs, they used to be an ornery bunch. Always trying to raid our fishing boats, trying to bully us. Jason was studying to become a Druid by that time, so he paid a visit with his teachers, Sister Mercion, and Pockets, and taught them a lesson. Turns out they just needed a change in leadership. A nicer fellow named Burqwill took over the tribe.
They’re actually kinda pleasant company nowadays. We trade with them once a year. They like shiny things. The Lizardfolk, though,” Joshua’s brow furrowed, “They’re a little more hostile to outsiders.”
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