Theo chuckled slightly."A little boy like yourself? You're old enough for that?" He said continuing his chuckle for a few moments after his comment. The Prince still looked very much a child, in both spirit, experience, and physical appearance. If you stood Theodore and Callum side by side, Theo would win. When the young man regarded the books Theo gave them a quick glance before returning the sight of his good eye back to Callum, who had planted his behind on the edge of the pirate's bed. Theodore, feeling uncomfortable backed up a little more against the wall. He wouldn't tell this man that he couldn't read a single page of any of the books on the self, or of anything else for that matter.

"Stories? You want me, to you stories?" He said relaxing his figure closer to the prince now. Leaning so close to Callum that his overgrown beard rubbed against the prince bare face." If I give you stories you must give me something in return" He said. There were only a few things his heart desired, none of which this man would agree to. "Freedom..." The word flowed out of his mouth like water, as if it was the ship itself, rocking a long the ocean. The answer was just as he was expecting, but that didn't stop it from hurting. "Than I want a mountain of gold doubloons!!" He said, throwing his arms up into the air leaning back. The emphasis of the motions caused Theo to fall back against the bed, just missing the wall. Still his request was denied. A sigh erupted from under his knotted beard. "Fine." he said in utter disappointment and began thinking of a story to tell.\

"Stories normally start with once upon a time, my mother had told me that once. So once upon a time a boy lived both feet on the ground. His heart born to the sea herself, and thus he wished nothing more than to meet that call. Although his father would be gone for months at a time, he had always returned with much love for the boy. On the boy's 5th birthday his father decided and a common wasn't for his son. The boy was not to be a writer, nor observe n adventure through the pages of a book. There is only one way to live, experience the world." Theodore started. This was one of his favorite things to do. Telling stories to explain his life. The crew had often done that. The difference now was that he didn't have to worry about some drunk stumbling over and changing the story halfway through.

"The boys mother didn't have a choice to let the boy go. She had seen how her son yearned for the blue waves off the port. Of course there is not much a child can do on a boat, and this boy was the only one. He had made friends with the oldest member of the crew, Elmere, who shared stories not of what had happened, but what the boy was going to experience." Theodore continued, his eyes narrowed as he remorsed over the man in the story. The pirate shook his head and stood. He drew the curtain open on the window and stared out.

"Little did I know that my first adventure was going to be his last. Alistria, a dangerous native island where the natives bore huge teeth that popped out of their mouths like tusks. That was my first adventure. It took us only weeks to get from my homeland to that barbaric land. The ship had been left a miles off the islands shore. Alistria looked as if it were a funny hat. The mountain that took up most of the island was lope sided and curved into a point that seemed to droop downward on its left side. No matter where your eyes looked there was green. The thick trucks of any tree were covered in mosses and hidden behind leaves of trees. Big leaves. Some bigger than I had been at the time. I took a moment to take it in as we had landed ashore. The sand was soft, like duck feathers and rushed around your feet as the tide tried to sweep you away. " Theodore was now turned away from the window and facing Callum, moving about the cell as if it were a stage as he played out his story. His arm waving about the air to attempt to recreate the scene in midair.

"We were only suppose to be there for a short time. Find food and leave. I had wondered off, as the others did. I found these weird fruits. With yellow on their bottoms and red on their tops, growing from a tall tree. When i managed to get one down I thought it might break under the pressure of my grip. So I had to gently before I stuffed the thing to my mouth. For all I knew it was poisonous and I would drop dead any moment. But the favor whirled around in my mouth. That foreign sweetness almost as hypnotizing as the view when I looked out. The tree had been perched at a high enough altitude that the canopy of the lower level could just be seen over. The ocean tucking the sun into bed for the night. Strikes of orange and red filled the the skies, and reflected onto the water." Theodore continued his hand motions before returning to his bed. "We made camp on the beach. No one knew of my own adventure." He smiled. There was more to that story. He had been meaning to tell in the beginning, the natives still had to come in. Something a little more manly. This lighter story was his end result. He hadn't turned to look at Callum and actually see him. This wasn't the story the prince wanted. He had wanted daring pirates, who pillaged and stole. There were plenty of those stories to be told, thus Theodore had started with this one. Now Theodore turned to look, to see the reaction of his listener.