Theodore grinned at the boys gestured rapier skills. "It's harder then you thing, Prince. A mere melee tournament is nothing like sword fighting on a boat. The floor under you shifts and swags, you have to adjust your balance or your dead." His statement was meant to be a light one, recalling when he had first started his sword training with his father. He continued to watch the boy move about the room, his invisible rapier in hand. "You heard about it?" He asked then soon felt senseless for asking such a question. He was a prince, of course he knew of other places, just had never been there. "from what I heard from Balu, Berian had a bed to himself, his wife couldn't fit on it with him, and the man had thought he was completely safe in leaving the crown at the dinner table. Never seen the man myself, though Balu can exaggerate things when he tells a story." He commented watching the prince sit right beside him. "I was quite enjoying being Prince William of the Golden Threads, but Theodore will did, only if I get your name, [i]Prince[/i]." He said said, with pirate grin a crossed his face. After getting the Prince's name and repeated it a few times to himself, making sure to get it into his head. "Callum, Calllllllum, Caaaaallllooooom!" He said aloud staring at the ceiling. "Callum". He finally said looking over at the prince who didn't looked all to expressed with his english skills. His grin grew bigger, thinning out his lips more. Unfortunately Callum did have other duties to attend to today, and with a polite reminder from the Keeper had been sent away well Theo got his next serving . 

The next month went by slowly. Theodore had only managed to see a handful of times, when he had walked by his cell. Most of his days were spent with the children's books Callum had left for him. He had attempted to read every single one of them after he had full understood 'The Prince of Crying'. He couldn't believe the ending. "Thats what he gets.." Theodore had muttered under his breath as The Keeper and walked by one day. Poor man thought Theodore was going insane and had made sure the record every sentence that seemed off in his daily reports. Some were a little easier to understand and others harder. This morning he would read 'The Prince of Crying' then get to work in grooming himself, before he tackled the big one. 

 He had also continued to practice his penmanship. He was getting better. When he had started his letters were more like scribbles done by a toddler, however, as he continued to fill up the book and slowly his letters took a smooth form at the bottom of the page. He wanted to show Callum next time he came to visit, all the improvement he had made. In the back of the book were simple lined pages, void of the single letter in the corner as the rest of the book had. It was intended for writing sentences, as Theodore used it for just that. He took the simple quill that had been there when he arrived there, in his left hand and began writing out random things such as, 'The birds fly south for the winter.' and 'When is there a good time to be with their friends.' There was so many words that sounded the same , but were different. Theo made sure to practice and remind himself of the differences between them. 

When he finished up his writing for the day his attention turned to the bookshelf. Theodore rose from his chair, his feet shifting towards the bookshelf, and took a deep breath as he allowed his fingers to track along the spines. Today would be the day he tried a different book. His eyes closed tightly as he reached for the first book his fingers touched, and pulled it from the shelf. When the pirate opened his eyes he looked immediately at the title 'The Holy Book of Junia'. "Holy?" He asked aloud, to no one in particular. "This book doesn't look holy to me, quite solid in fact.." He commented peering at the book from all different directions.