Theodore smiled " The most noble of the Sandman's followers" He added onto Callum's comment about sugar plum fairies. Many fairy tales rolled with ocean tides. Myths and legends that had all went into details about where storms come from and the changing of weather. For the most part, they were easy to believe. He himself had once prayed to Calypso when she conjured up a massive storm. He thought of the old story Elmere had told him once about her. She was the sea itself, allowing her children to run free. The pirate looked towards the prince as he had picked up the book, explaining its content. Theo nodded in recognition to what the young man had said and pushed thoughts of the sea from his mind. 

Callum, stealing the pirate's focus began flipping a book fill of wordless pages. Explaining how to use the book and then going over the letters themselves. Theodore stared at the different letters, imprinting each curse, circle, and line into his mind. When he was younger his mother had praised Theo for his quick learning. She herself hadn't been the most literate, however she could read children's stories to him at night. Theodore repeated each of the letters aloud to Callum. There had been times where the prince had felt the need to re-pronounce a letter here and there, boring Theo a little. The pirate had allowed the occasional sigh to slip from his lips, because he didn't sound any different from Callum when he revoiced the letters. Then came combinations. Some were really confusing like how with 'ph' the 'p' is silent, and where the 'i' and 'e' were placed in the word changed how they sounded, or made a sounds at all. Like how 'bite' wasn't 'by-tee', and 'weird' wasn't 'wee-i-rr-d'. Theodore made as many mental notes of all these things as he could before the prince and reached to the bed. The abandoned book that he had chosen to read was still laying where he had left it. watching Callum lift the small book and read the title so clearly and slow. reading must come as natural as speaking to nobles. "The Prince of Cry-ing" Theo repeated almost just as slow as the prince did, then was taking back in shock as the man purposed Theo attempt to read it. Could he? Even with the cheat sheet that had been made for him could he pull it off without outside help? Theodore finally looked back from the book and met both Callum's eyes with his own. His clouded iris moving involuntarily with his good eye. watching the boy sit down on the bench "I suppose it is my turn." He replied, a smile of gratitude curling his lips slightly. The boy almost looked cute, a childish cute that one might have while waiting for a bedtime story. However, the smile didn't last long with the boys sudden mention of a child. "I suppose-" He had started in a low tone, but was cut off the prince who had finished his sentence. "Your brother?!" Theodore said in almost a shout. He had still been quite drunk when the old hunchback had asked his name. It had sounded funny at that time, and he hadn't fully realized where he had heard it before. "I..I guess I got caught on that one eh?" He asked rhetorically. He had been caught, although the prince didn't ask for further information on what his real name might have been, so he wouldn't tell. If the off chance was that his name was one that the boy knew he could be put to death. "right then a story.." He said changing the subject.

Theodore pondered on a different story, leaving his last one only half complete. "At 19 I had started my own crew. My first mate, Balu, and I had planned out our entire future. Filled with gold and rum and woman." He began with a smirk. "We had washed ashore on some port that even to this day I don't know the name of. Anyway, Balu had some great idea to steal a navy ship and take the kings gold. High tailing it out of there. Well it was suppose to go smoothly, he had a much smaller built then I did. Plus on his homeland he was a hunter, so sneaking was his best skills. We went our separate ways that night and were suppose to meet on deck of the ship. I had a little dagger that my father had given to me, no sword, no armor. I swear these guys were massive. Built like boulders and carried long swords that out did my dagger in every way possible." This was one the more manlier stories Theodore could think of. 

He stood with one hand angled an imagined dagger at an invisible enemy. "I had clumsy feet and stumbled onto the deck, waking all the navy patrols below, as well as alarming the guards of exacting where I was. They came at me, swords in hand. Metal to metal my dagger held its ground. They hit hard. Hit enough that it vibrated my entire arm! I swung the tiny dagger, hooking it under the hilt of his sword. With a yank the sword went flying. Without thinking I gave the man a kick, blowing him off the deck and taking 3 others with him. But they didn't have enough they kept coming and coming. Sweat poured from my brow. They struck with killing force. Most I dodged and they would take each other out. Others went for a jabbing motion. I grabbed a stray sword and fought them off their own deck. Most went swimming for land, well others had met a watery grave thanks to the great Theodore 'Dead-eye' Daniels. After Balu returned with our gold and even the crown, we sailed away." Theo had been acting out his sword fights throughout the room as if he had rehearsed it a million times over. He didn't even realized that he had just blurted out not only his name, but his pirate title as well. He planted himself back on the bed, now laying down and taking a moments rest before turning to look towards the young man.