A/N: Hey guys! chapter two. Obviously. Anyways. If i had to sum up this portion...it'd be about the joys and sorrows of drinking alcohol.
The sun was hot, but it always was. It was always hot. Everywhere they went, was hot and bright during the day.
Today was no different as Dastan walked into the sun from the protection of the store and he felt the sun on his exposed shoulders. He knew he wouldn't burn. His tan skin was tough, but so was everybodys skin. Even Tamina who was a beauty of no equal, had the same tanned skin, but hers was considerablly softer.
He walked to the stables. They were waiting for him. They set out and made haste to the west. They did their best and made it halfway long before twlight.
"Brothers. Why is this journey longer than they said?" Dastan asked.
"The route the scouts took is flooded, so they arranged a new path. They said we'd reach the docks a about an hour before twlight. Then we could be almost half way there by morning." Garsiv said, presumably happy with the situation. "The man who's leading up said if the weather keep up the northern gusts we could get there even faster.."
"Ah. That is good news." Dastan got it, the jorney could be shorter than they origonally planned. Which could mean they'd be back in persia sooner, and get back to their wives.
Dastan mentally rolled his eyes, not like they didn't get enough wemon in alamut, but at home they didn't have to work at all. They got their many wives to do it for them.
He snapped out by Tus's cry of elation, they could now see the docks on the horizon, along with the river. The river was huge, big enough for the boats that you could rent.
It was actually a small village. They hit a road block when there were no stable boats avaliable. They left one of the stable hands behind to tend to the horses. Although Gariv wasn't happy about it. The boat they rented was big enough for them, but no where near the size needed for twenty horses.
Tamina took it upon herself to share a room with Alya. At this Tus and Garsiv looked slightly aghast, but had no choice but to allow it. Tus then insisted that Dastan shared a room with him under the present circumstances.
After a quick dinner in their quarters Tus proclaimed it time to drink.
"You'll like this wine Dastan. Sweet and perfectly aged." Tus muttered pouring two healthy alottments into goblets.
"I don't really drink brother." He answered, but Tus did all but force the globlet into his hand.
"Dastan!" He exclaimed, "Brother. Your nearly twentry five summers old! We are grown men, we deserve a drink every now and again." Tus took a heftey drink. Dastan took a small drink. For a moment he was confused, Tus must have grabbed the wrong bottle, it didn't taste like alcohol. It tasted like crystalized pinneapple. Was it even possibly that there was a drink that tasted like his favorite treat brought back from exotice places.
Tus smiled. "I told you, you'd like it Dastan."
"Is this stuff really legal Tus?" Dastan asked before draining his glass. Which Tus refilled. "I thought you said this was wine?"
"It is. It was a gift...from father. He doesn't like the idea of pineapple wine. He thinks it will make him westernized if he drinks to much of it. Even though I find it delicioius and quite intoxicating." Tus muttered downing his fifth glass.
"Pineapple wine? Hmm. It's good at least." Dastan muttered drinking out of the golbet. Doubting his brother's coherencey, he had already had quite a bit of mead during dinner.
With in the hour, they had drained the bottle of pineapple wine quickly and then moved on to the imported liquor, mainly the germanic mead and distilled clear drink distilled by the nordsmen. They got sloppy drunk, and before long started bumbeling around the ship.
Two drunk brothers were bad news. Despite the crews best efforts, they just kind of hunkered down and waited for them to pass out.
"Tamina!" Dastan mummbled. "Why don't you love me." He yelled at a random door. Which at the time, he thought was Tamina's...but it wasn't it was the captains, and he looked quite shocked when he opened the door. However, Dastan was even more suprised when the captain offered him in for some...'fun.'
Dastan retreated quickly to find Tus. Who was busy chatting up a mop. Garsiv came out on deck to find out what all the comotion was about. Only to find his two brothers very much intoxiacted. Luckily Dastan came quietly, but Tus wanted to argue about taking him away from the mop. Eventually though, Garsiv managed to wrangle Tus back into his room. He hated when they drank. Dastan was fairly easy to control, but Tus was down right mean.
He had extinquished all the lights...he had blockaded the door from the outside...and most importantly, cleaned out off of Tus's liquor stash.
Garsiv retreated back to his room and retired for the night.
By the morning, when Garsiv and his father rose in the late morning, Dastan and Tus were no where to be seen. Garsiv decided to check out his brothers rooms.
"Tus! Dastan! Brothers! Time to wake up!" Garsiv yelled, whilst banding on the door.
The younger of the two was the first to move, with a groan, he realized that he had drank way too much the night before. He glanced at Tus, who was still completely passed out. Dastan got up and headed to the door, hangover and all. Today was not going to be a fun day.
Was the sun actually brighter or the crew any louder? Nope. He wished he could turn the brightness down some, and maybe the volume, the crew was cursing loudly. At least they had fresh fruit, that always made him feel better, in the total of four other time he's been drunk in his life. He really cursed himself for not just sticking to water. No amount of of momentary relife was worth this aftermath.
It was later in the day. They could see the docks aproaching, the winds had kept up nicely. Dastan was on deck, Tus was as well. but it wasn't fairing nearly as well as his much younger brother.
"Time to get up Tus. It's best to walk these things off." Garsiv muttered. "You don't want father seeing you like this, brother."
"Right." Tus said not sure, but he got up anyways, and puttered around the deck a bit.
"That's it brother." Garsiv smiled, This was why he didn't drink.