I NEED TO BE WRITING NYOTALIA BUT INSTEAD I'M WRITING SILVERHAWK FANFICTION!
"Where's Silver?" Jim asked, noting how the men below deck were making their own breakfasts rather than having something served up.
"He's busy." one of them, William, answered, biting into a bright red apple.
"What do you mean busy?" Jim questioned, also grabbing himself an apple, noting at the fact that he had to reach rather deep into the barrel to get at one.
"Long John, being quite a bit more... how do I put this... Feminine than most of us," another began. "Has been blessed with the curse of vanity."
"Yeah," Jim responded. "He shaves every morning no matter what. Even the squire will skip a shave or two on busy days."
"He does more than that!" Will continued. "He'll put his hair up with products and will actually spend time making sure all of his clothes are in order. But, there's one more thing that he does! Ever noticed his hair color?"
Jim thought for a moment about Silver's hair. It had an odd blonde color that he wasn't quite able to pin point that seemed to abruptly turn dark brown at the roots.
"The sudden color change always seemed odd to me..." Jim mumbled.
"That's because, once a month, he puts a caustic solution in it that get's rid of the brown color and changes it to blonde!" William said, nearly on the point of gossiping. "I'll show you!"
William rapped on the door a little.
"How's it goin' in there Barbeque?" he called through the door.
"I'm not coming out!" the sea cook replied. "I'm not really in a presentable state!"
"How long you think you gonna be, Long John?" he asked, laughing at his own pun.
"Very clever Will! And you know damn well how long this f-" the rest of the statement was cut off because William placed his rather large, rough hands over Jim's ears.
"John, there is a child on this side of the door if you wouldn't mind keeping your to profanity down to minimum. I know you're a sailor, you don't need to swear like one." William chuckled.
"S-sorry Jim!" Silver stuttered, probably flushed a bright shade of ruby.
"I think he missed the worst of it, didn't you Jim?" William joked.
"If that sentence was phrased the way I'm 99% sure it was, yes I missed the worst of it." Jim answered.
A round of laughter passed around the trio, John laughing so hard, that by the sounds of it, he nearly had a meeting with the floor if it weren't for his ever helpful crutch.
"Well I'm sure you gentlemen have work layed out for you by Captain Smollett so, I'll leave you to it!" John answered, and the two sailors set off to their laborious tasks for the day.
The next day of course, Jim spent a full ten minutes inspecting Silver's hair (of course with Silver's permission) and asking him questions, as every curious boy does, and marveling at the capabilities of bleach. Silver chuckling the whole time at Jim's pure, childish innocence and curiosity, he was just too cute to kill.
If anyone wants to know, the sentence was supposed to be "And you know damn well how long this f*cking sh*t takes to set in!"
Yeah...