Eyes On the Sea [Kitty/Open]

[Cpl. Joe Claude]

”No sir, leisure hasn’t dulled them one bit.” he laughed and shook his head. No, leisure had definitely not dulled them one bit, not one bit. He glanced out to see at the passing boats that were out on the horizon.

He glanced over at the woman who was now apologising to him. Aww that was nice of her, she had been pretty rude to be honest. ”Nah, it’s alright ma’am.” he shrugged and lent on the railing, he watched the sea just in case another wave would head for the shore at a rapid pace, he listened to what the woman said in answer to Charles’s question.

Take her mind of the war huh? Joe had tried that many a time and had failed miserable, he would never forget this war…never…how would he go back to normal life after four or five or even more years of war behind him…they may all be speaking German once this ended, the Nazis could win this pointless thing.

”Yeah, a bouncer.” Joe nodded and smiled, ”I might take a look at one of those rooms ma’am, I might stay for a little while in this town, it’s a nice place…whats the pay?” he asked the woman, looking back over at her. ”How much do you pay for one room for I dunno…a night or two?”

[Charles Norris]

As the woman listed the numerous hobbies people did in Burnham-on-Sea, Chuck imagined himself doing those things. But none of them suited his fancy. The tide was in, so the beach run was out. And sailing and fishing meant riding a boat, which means drowning, so that was out too. And he didn’t have any spare cash to buy silly things at the sea shore, most of his pay he sent back home, but a late breakfast would be nice. Back at the base he could usually count on one of the local girls on cooking a meal or two for him, but they weren‘t chefs and they used whatever extra rations they had, so a normal meal for Charles was burnt Spam. Something from an actual cook would be a nice change of pace.

”How much do you pay for one room for I dunno…a night or two?” asked Claude, and Chuck tacked his own question to the end, “And what kind of meals would you be serving around now? How badly did the rationing hit it? Because I would fly my plane straight to Berlin and land on the Reichstag for some bacon and eggs, with onions.” He took a moment to think back on the last time he had a good filling breakfast and continued, “Although, I guess a ploughboy’s lunch would be fine. Or something like that.”

[Leeroy Atherton]

"Two poundz, one crown," Leeroy immediately answered, knowing the price for a room off by heart. After all, she did work there, and how useful could she be to the customers if she didn't even know her inn's own prices? "Or, two twenty-vive in poundz. Rationing be not too bad, but it did ztill put a dent in thingz; anything with zugar's a bit more expenzive nowadayz. Tea'z alzo gone up in pricez. However, we have vish to replace the bacon we lozt, and the owner be a lover ov root vegetablez; plenty ov onionz and garlic in the gardenz. I alzo got zome zpare milk from the Land Girlz, and cheeze too, zo that izn't too bad."

Remembering that Joe had said something about the pay, Leeroy assumed the man was interested in a job. Glancing over at him, she asked, "Oh, and 'ee zaid zomething about pay, correct? Ye be thinking of working a couple of dayz there, perhapz, if I be allowed to be azking? Monty'z alwayz looking for zome extra help around the inn. The garden alwayz needz a bit of weeding here and there. But, I digrezz; 'ee two are here ovv duty. I zhould not be bothering 'ee with zuch thingz."

Once more, Leeroy's eyes turned to the sky, and she checked the time - still early. However, as the old saying said, the early bird got the worm. Monty Pryce always appreciated any extra effort from his staff, including coming in early; Leeroy could head to work now if she really wanted to. She would let the men set their pace, though, and would not rush them into ending a perfectly innocent conversation early.

"Zo...zpeaking ov work, I think I may head in early. We art open by now, and 'ee may vollow me iv 'ee wish. I vind that my mind cannot be ztaying off work vor too long," said Leeroy. "Pleaze excuze me, zirz."

With a nod of farewell and a clearing of her throat, the Romanichal began to walk away from the sea's edge. The wind had died down a little, and the seagulls were enjoying the lazy breeze, sailing on it like boats on the waves. Their wings beat the air gently, much like Leeroy's cord did in the wind, and the sun was shining with unusual brilliance that day.

It was a pity Leeroy was so shy and work-oriented. She probably would've begun to enjoy the conversation more after a few more minutes of chatter.

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

Post lengths started to drop near the end.
Nah, I don't mind. <3

CP:
Leeroy: 13CP

Joe: 12CP

Charles: 11CP


~Dan