016. Mix Well and Serve - February/March - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
From then on Jairdan and Vera spent a lot of their time out of their estates, away from their parents. Jairdan hadn’t been left in the same room as his father since the funeral and then thankfully, there had been too many witnesses for him to kill him then and there. He knew that if they met alone now… the result probably wouldn’t be good, and if Jairdan was to go to jail he wanted it to be fore piracy and some daring adventure, not killing his father like the low individual deserved. He wasn’t worth it. Spoiling his fathers name instead was the way to go… the real way to really hurt him.
So they were on the hunt for their new home. Ships were sold all the time when their owners died or when their owners moved onto bigger and better ships. Whatever the cause, down at the docks there were always grand ships for sale and this day Jairdan was on the lookout a little sharper than usual now that the chance was real. Mainly to hurt his father but also to finally live the life he had always dreamed about, he was set on getting their dream up and alive and a little incident which had happened, which he kept secret from Vera just for the moment was making it all that much more possible.
A certain important individual had called on the estate when his father was out on business, and to Jairdan’s surprise the visit was for him, not his father at all.
“The will of your mother has been opened; her items and belongings she wishes to leave to you shall now be released.” Jairdan had been told while he sat alone in his fathers study. He didn’t really understand it all either until the man told him a figure of money that he had been left.
“Are you serious? Do you mean as in… money?” he checked, to ensure the man had meant what he thought he had.
“I do mean ‘money’, indeed.” The man bit back an amused smile. He liked, in his usually sad job, when the items of the dead went to the right people.
“So… how do I get it?” Jairdan wondered out loud. “…Isn’t it Fathers?”
“It was specified in the will that your father is the least likely receiver to get it. It was told to go to the maids before him, if you were unable to receive. I trust you have an account with a bank?”
Jairdan nodded. Of course he did.
“It will be paid into there by the end of the week. The other items will be delivered tomorrow if you are free at a suitable time?”
And that had been it. Unable to hold back the news anymore as soon as they sat down at their favourite tavern to hear any gossip on good ships for sale he had spilled it all to Vera as she sat there and stirred her drink.
<--- 015. All Curled Up || 017. After Dinner Mints --->
So they were on the hunt for their new home. Ships were sold all the time when their owners died or when their owners moved onto bigger and better ships. Whatever the cause, down at the docks there were always grand ships for sale and this day Jairdan was on the lookout a little sharper than usual now that the chance was real. Mainly to hurt his father but also to finally live the life he had always dreamed about, he was set on getting their dream up and alive and a little incident which had happened, which he kept secret from Vera just for the moment was making it all that much more possible.
A certain important individual had called on the estate when his father was out on business, and to Jairdan’s surprise the visit was for him, not his father at all.
“The will of your mother has been opened; her items and belongings she wishes to leave to you shall now be released.” Jairdan had been told while he sat alone in his fathers study. He didn’t really understand it all either until the man told him a figure of money that he had been left.
“Are you serious? Do you mean as in… money?” he checked, to ensure the man had meant what he thought he had.
“I do mean ‘money’, indeed.” The man bit back an amused smile. He liked, in his usually sad job, when the items of the dead went to the right people.
“So… how do I get it?” Jairdan wondered out loud. “…Isn’t it Fathers?”
“It was specified in the will that your father is the least likely receiver to get it. It was told to go to the maids before him, if you were unable to receive. I trust you have an account with a bank?”
Jairdan nodded. Of course he did.
“It will be paid into there by the end of the week. The other items will be delivered tomorrow if you are free at a suitable time?”
And that had been it. Unable to hold back the news anymore as soon as they sat down at their favourite tavern to hear any gossip on good ships for sale he had spilled it all to Vera as she sat there and stirred her drink.
<--- 015. All Curled Up || 017. After Dinner Mints --->