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For the first time since coming here almost a year ago, Caspian could say he was well and truly busy. This was due to a combination of two factors, neither one of which he had any real control over.
The first one was on the day that the snow vanished, he found himself in possession of a horse. Not a Talking Horse, much to his profound disappointment, but an ordinary, non-Talking variety horse such as Destrier, the horse he had ridden the night he escaped his uncle's castle. It was not Destrier, again to his profound disappointment, for he had been a very good horse, but she was enough like him in colouration and temprament to give him pause. The horse was clearly for him, having been accompanied by a tag fastened with gaily coloured ribbons to the bridle that said To King Caspian X of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel and Emperor of the Lone Islands. Despite not being a Talking Horse, she was a fine animal, sound and swift, and Caspian was pleased that he had been fortunate to recieve such a gift from whatever entity had seen fit to bestow them to the island's residents.
Not long after the snow vanished, Caspian rode his still-unnamed horse to the dock as was his weekly habit to assist Forrest with what he called "shrimpin'". But when he arrived at the dock, there was no sign of Forrest aboard the Jenny, and it looked as though he had not been there for some days. Forrest had taken residence on the boat, Caspian knew, and rarely left it unattended, and so after some days Caspian was forced to conclude that Forrest had been taken from the island as sometimes happened to the island's residents.
There was little to be done about that, however much Caspian disliked it, as he would miss Forrest quite a bit. He came to the conclusion that the only decent thing to do would be to look after the Jenny as well as he might and take up his work in his place. The difficulty with this was that there was no longer any of the fuel that ran the boat (Forrest had called it gas-oh-leen) and it was not equipped with a proper mast and sail, nor with even a way to man it with a crew of oarsmen.
Thus the day found Caspian at the dock, his horse hobbled in the shade nearby and Caspian making such small repairs to the boat as he could manage. The cold weather and ice had taken some toll on the exterior, and he thought that if he could not find a means to propel it, he could at least prevent it from falling into disrepair.
[ooc: come talk to the king-turned-shrimper! would love for him to meet Joscelin and Silence; he'd also love to talk to Polly, William Bush, and Sansa, and he needs to meet more people in general, especially if you're wanting to help with refitting the boat or being on the fishing crew. :)]
The first one was on the day that the snow vanished, he found himself in possession of a horse. Not a Talking Horse, much to his profound disappointment, but an ordinary, non-Talking variety horse such as Destrier, the horse he had ridden the night he escaped his uncle's castle. It was not Destrier, again to his profound disappointment, for he had been a very good horse, but she was enough like him in colouration and temprament to give him pause. The horse was clearly for him, having been accompanied by a tag fastened with gaily coloured ribbons to the bridle that said To King Caspian X of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel and Emperor of the Lone Islands. Despite not being a Talking Horse, she was a fine animal, sound and swift, and Caspian was pleased that he had been fortunate to recieve such a gift from whatever entity had seen fit to bestow them to the island's residents.
Not long after the snow vanished, Caspian rode his still-unnamed horse to the dock as was his weekly habit to assist Forrest with what he called "shrimpin'". But when he arrived at the dock, there was no sign of Forrest aboard the Jenny, and it looked as though he had not been there for some days. Forrest had taken residence on the boat, Caspian knew, and rarely left it unattended, and so after some days Caspian was forced to conclude that Forrest had been taken from the island as sometimes happened to the island's residents.
There was little to be done about that, however much Caspian disliked it, as he would miss Forrest quite a bit. He came to the conclusion that the only decent thing to do would be to look after the Jenny as well as he might and take up his work in his place. The difficulty with this was that there was no longer any of the fuel that ran the boat (Forrest had called it gas-oh-leen) and it was not equipped with a proper mast and sail, nor with even a way to man it with a crew of oarsmen.
Thus the day found Caspian at the dock, his horse hobbled in the shade nearby and Caspian making such small repairs to the boat as he could manage. The cold weather and ice had taken some toll on the exterior, and he thought that if he could not find a means to propel it, he could at least prevent it from falling into disrepair.
[ooc: come talk to the king-turned-shrimper! would love for him to meet Joscelin and Silence; he'd also love to talk to Polly, William Bush, and Sansa, and he needs to meet more people in general, especially if you're wanting to help with refitting the boat or being on the fishing crew. :)]