Splinters stung against his bare feet, and Cutty Flam snarled, trying to rub at the sores but only worsening the irritation as the wood was shifted about under his skin. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he squinted down in an attempt to figure out just how to get the little buggers out. The larger pieces had been easy to pull free, though in some places they'd left his soles red and raw. It was the smallest ones, the ones whose placement were hardest to identify and extract, that were the most bothersome.
Grumbling quiet fury, the boy sat on the wooden wreckage that had piled around the ruined city's edge, glaring at his own feet for the pitiful little discomfort they were distracting him with. There were a lot of things that, given his situation, he should have been a bit more concerned with than a few errant splinters. He could have focused on the wreckage piling high around him, of ruined and worthless vessels. He might have been more concerned with the cold winds that likely heralded the coming darker clouds not too long from now, and the rising waves battering against the barely-floating heap of scraps he had so firmly sat himself down upon.
Or maybe he should have been looking out at the ship shrinking on towards the horizon, sailing on without looking back.
But no, Cutty Flam wanted to get these little, annoying little pains out of his focus right now. If he was going to be staying here, now, he'd need to work on building up some calluses; it would just be bothersome if he kept getting distracted by such little, unimportant things.
