Open Post: Treat

[sporesprouter]

Now that the latest burst of activity has actually settled into something like calm for a few days, Tress has settled into a temporary project. In fairness, most of the temporary project took place the previous day in the out of the way kitchen that she had previously commandeered small appliances from. But today requires a bit more wandering.

So she is currently in the process of going around various at least semi-frequented common rooms leaving trays of both nut and honey balls and chocolate coconut balls. Next to each room's tray, she sets down a small card that says in careful handwriting, 'It's been a tough week. Help yourself!'

She's not putting a whole lot of fanfare into the process, but she's also not being particularly secretive about it, so she's easy enough to find throughout.

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[az_fell]

Well, if Aziraphale hadn't been certain before that Tress was a fictional character, that little detail would have instantly sealed the deal. This time he lets his smile show. "A talking rat, really? Very quaint. And what topics did he speak of? What had he done to earn imprisonment?"

[sporesprouter]

"Well, they found a rat on the ship. But they didn't throw him overboard because he could talk, so they thought they might be able to sell him somewhere as a curiosity. At the start, we were just introducing ourselves, mostly." She can't help but laugh a little at that. "Of course, while we were doing that, pirates attacked the ship."

[az_fell]

"Of course pirates attacked the ship," says Aziraphale, with a companionable air. "Nothing else could possibly have happened in that moment. How did you fare against them? Or were you trapped belowdecks all the while?"

[sporesprouter]

"Well, nobody thought they were pirates at first, because they were just shooting and not demanding anything to steal. They thought it was a royal ship tracking them down as smugglers. So when the ship's sprouter came down to patch a hole... that was the first time I ever even found out that sprouting existed, by the way... I suggested that maybe having a royal inspector on board as a hostage might make them stop shooting. So the sprouter dragged me up to the deck. But since it was a pirate ship, they just kept firing. So they dragged me back belowdecks."

She frowns. "That's when the Seethe stopped, and both ships were stuck in the sea unable to move. The pirate ship had the advantage, because the cannon was pointed right at the smugglers' ship. They kept firing holes into the ship, and I knew there was no way it wasn't going to sink once the stilling ended. So I grabbed my bag and broke the lock on the rat-- that's when he told me his name was Huck-- Huck's cage to at least try something. And I climbed out a big hole in the side of the ship and walked out onto the spores."

[az_fell]

Aziraphale is quite pleased with himself that he took the time to read Tress' welcome table literature, and that he doesn't need to stop her for any frivolous explanations. His eyes do widen, then, with sincere surprise. "Dear girl, that was incredibly brave of you." She is most definitely a protagonist.

[sporesprouter]

"It was going from certain death to just almost certain death. I'm not sure if it was brave as much as practical, really. And I was terrified. There were still cannonballs flying overhead, the seethe could easily start up again at any moment, and even if it didn't, the spores were not easy to walk on, and if I fell, or if even one spore drifted into my eyes or anything..." She actually shivers a bit, thinking back on that torturous walk. "A couple of the smugglers tried to follow me. One did get spores in his eyes. Another one got shot by... by the captain of the pirate ship, which killed him and set off more verdant vines. And moons, that's where I was heading."

She takes a slow breath. "Anyway, I managed to get near the ship. I had thought that maybe I could climb the hull or something, but after a few tries, I knew I couldn't manage. So I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I flicked a bit of spit toward the spores, and a vine started growing. So I climbed the vine."

[az_fell]

This may be even better than Twelfth Night. Well -- no. But hearing it from the horse's mouth, and not knowing precisely where the story is going? It does enhance the experience.

"Brave and resourceful," Aziraphale declares. "And -- in your own words -- very practical. Did it get you where you needed to go?"

[sporesprouter]

"I got high up enough that I could grab onto a porthole on the side of the ship. Just in time, too, because the Seethe started back up pretty soon after that and the vine I was climbing sunk into the sea. And so did the ship I'd come from. The pirate ship was floating again and I was just clinging to the side with Huck on my shoulder." A small fond smile. "He stayed with me even after I told him he could probably make the climb without me. It honestly felt like forever. But just as I was about to slip off, they dropped a rope and they actually pulled me up when I grabbed it. Captain Crow had told them they could pull me up if I lasted for fifteen minutes on the hull.

"I just lay on the deck for a bit. I could honestly barely feel my arms. Of course, then Crow came up and told them to just throw me overboard again anyway, because she wouldn't have anyone without a use on board. The crew had thankfully gotten invested enough in those fifteen minutes, though, that they hesitated, so I dragged myself over to a bucket I had seen and started scrubbing the deck. It worked, and Crow didn't insist they toss me overboard again."

[az_fell]

"A brave and loyal rat, too," says Aziraphale with some delight. "This Captain Crow sounds like quite a tough character."

[sporesprouter]

"The most brave and loyal rat, yes. And Crow... Crow is awful. The rest of the crew, though..." She smiles for a moment, but pauses. "I'm trying to decide how much I should tell you about the rest of the crew. If I talked about them as much as I wanted to, this story would be about three times longer than it's already going to be, but I have to tell you some, because they're important."

[az_fell]

"Don't let me keep you," says Aziraphale a bit reluctantly, "but don't stop on my account, either. I have, quite literally, all the time in the world." He can imagine showing up late to drinks with Crowley and explaining that the lateness is because he was caught up in hearing a story from a human. Crowley would certainly understand.

[sporesprouter]

Tress nods. "I'll bring up the crew as they come up specifically, then. I woke up on the deck the next day and Laggart, who was the first officer and cannonmaster, put me on third watch as far as meal rotation. Of course, third watch never got called, because I'm pretty sure it was only me. So I just scrubbed the deck and tried to get used to the crew movements so I could stay out of the way. The cabin boy brought me a fresh bucket of water, at least. Oh, he's important. Hoid. He was one of the crew members I'd met here and there that had been on various ships passing through the Rock. He's nice, but he was... well, he was strange."

[az_fell]

Chin still in his hand, Aziraphale listens happily. With a name like Laggart, he feels like he can almost immediately picture the first crewmember she mentions, but: "Strange how? Do tell."

[sporesprouter]

Tress is quiet for a moment, her mouth opening and closing a few times as she tries to figure out how to describe Hoid's... entire deal. "He.. Okay, this is skipping ahead a bit, because I didn't know this yet, but the Sorceress had cursed him years ago so that he... He acted like his thoughts had all spilled out of his head like he'd been carrying them in a basket and tripped, and then he had to shove them back in in a hurry and couldn't really find them?"

[az_fell]

Aziraphale laughs out loud. "Dear girl, you are a born storyteller. That's a wonderful description. I almost feel I can picture his behaviour with no further context."

[sporesprouter]

She blushes just a bit. "Oh, I'm not... I'm sure there are so many people who could tell this story so much better than I could¹."

¹ There's probably at least one person who could... *checks notes*... make a 475-page book of it for his wife and then decide to share it with the world.

[az_fell]

"Well, I count myself fortunate that I'm hearing it from you," says Aziraphale. He smiles, and then makes a go on gesture. "As I said: please don't stop on my account."

[sporesprouter]

"Oh! Of course. Where was I? Right. First full day on the Crow's Song. All right, so after I'd been scrubbing the deck for a while, I had to go belowdecks for a moment. On the way back, I overheard Ann and Fort talking. Ann was the ship's carpenter, and Fort was the quartermaster. What she most wanted to be was to fire cannons, but her aim was awful, so... carpenter. Fort... well, I'll talk more about Fort soon enough, but he's wonderful. They both are, but I'm getting ahead of myself again. They were talking to each other and trying to figure out what under the Emerald Moon happened when they took on the smuggler ship. The cannonballs were supposed to be set to temporarily incapacitate the ship, not to sink it. They hadn't meant to sink it, and the deaths of those on board weren't sitting well with them, and that's not even taking into account that deadrunners are treated much more harshly than regular pirates when they get caught."

[az_fell]

"Ann and Fort," repeats Aziraphale dutifully. It may actually be easier to remember their names than to remember the names of any given random pair of humans, because these are characters. "I would be horrified, too, in their place. Was this some scheme of the dastardly Captain Crow?"

[sporesprouter]

"I... well, yes, it was, but we figure that out later on. Fort ended up finding me and pulled aside. He ended up giving me breakfast, but it... well, under the circumstances, I was grateful even for what I thought were the leftover dregs from the rest of the crew's meal. He told me I could come back for supper, too." She smiles. "I went back and kept scrubbing the deck. It was a lot of work but at least it gave me time to think."

[az_fell]

"Scrubbing the deck!" Aziraphale shudders delicately. "You're far hardier than I. And what did you think of as you were scrubbing?"

[sporesprouter]

"Oh, it's not that much different from washing windows, really. Same basic principle. But it did let me think over the cannonball problem. So as I was scrubbing, I got closer to the cannon, and one of the crew members¹ called me over to help him load zephyr spores² into pouches. It would have been the ship's sprouter's job, but the ship had lost its sprouter."

¹ One of the Dougs! Tress would never call them the Dougs, but I love the Dougs.
² Not mentioned in any detail in the sporesplanation pamphlet.

[az_fell]

As if on cue, then, Aziraphale leans closer again. "Zephyr spores? I did read your explanation, so forgive me if I've let something slip my mind."

[sporesprouter]

She shakes her head. "I only really went into detail on the verdant spores as an example in the pamphlet, so I shouldn't have expected you to know. They're from the Sapphire Sea, and when water touches them, they burst into air. They're used to shoot cannonballs and flares."

[az_fell]

"Immensely useful, then." Someone really did put quite a lot of work into this story of Tress'. "And rather convenient as a time for you to begin learning sprouting, with that vacancy on the crew."