Taking this chance, high above the other dock noises of men shouting to one another and the normal every day hustle and bustle, the only sounds of note the wind and the creek of rigging, Amano lets his mind wander and flow. He thinks over his life, of his time spent in his early years trying to please his father. The day he realized that he simple wasn't good enough for the man, and not long after, his eldest brother confirming that to even try would be an unforgivable affront to not only to the family, but him personally. Barely a year after how he came to realize that his life has no worth to them and simply giving up on trying to prove his merit to them.

[i]'I barely have friends, and most are girls, or men younger than myself with whom my brothers seem to think I only hand around because I am not enough of a man to be friends with my peers. My only other so called friends are older men who seem to enjoy telling me stories of far away lands, though only because I am the only one really interested in listening any more'[/i] He lets out a long sigh, propping himself up on his elbows against the edge of the nest. Before him the masts and rigging of taller ships sway and bob, the sounds of them lost on the breeze. [i]'Such is the life I have lived'[/i] he muses, looking to towards the horizon.

For a time he considered himself jaded. The world around him making sense, his place in it defined, and in all honestly, a place he could see himself being at least content with. He had his sword practice, his art, and quite places to practice both. He had a good friend to talk to and his own little place in her life that made it that much better, and even had little thrills in the form of his childish antics against the less savory members of his little society here in town. [i]'I was no vigilante, but the girls in town definitely knew who to turn to if they were being hassled by men of questionable virtue'[/i] He smiles at the thought. The smile soon falters.

[i]'Then father had to go and ruin it'[/i] There is a very good reason Amano had as much in his savings as he did. He may not have had any serious plans yet, but it has always been his intention to flee before being forced to marry. To him it is beyond unreasonable. He loves his mother very much but he is quite sure she could have done a lot better than his father. [i]'To men like my father, women are just another commodity, to be bought and sold, or in this case, wed to his sons like an accessory. That is foolish, and cruel. . .'[/i] With a sigh he stretches, deciding it's about time he gets down and give his report.

However mid stretch he freezes, his head tilting to the side. For a brief instant a feeling washes over him and without knowing why he is sure Illiendi wants his attention. A moment later his hands drop to his side and he smiles as he hears the demon call to him aloud. Leaning over the edge of the nest he tries to spot the demon but fails so instead he calls out, “He's a fine beast!” The captain chuckles at this, watching with a curious eye as Amano swings back into the shroud and makes his way down to the deck quickly.

Nodding to Illiendi he smiles softly before shifting back into his confident expression to face the captain. “Is everything worked out to you liking captain?”

The man laughs, giving the demon an almost playfully wary look. “Yeah, we got it all figured. If I didn't know any better I’d say that man of yours wants to get you killed, but I'm no slouch. I'll get you where you're goin'.” He gives a little half bow and adds, “And I'd like to thank you personally for the generous donation of drink to the journey. I think we'll have a right happy crew for this voyage if I do say so myself.”

Amano nods, hoping the man is right and reminding himself to ask Illiendi about what else he can expect to get credit for. [i]'I would not say I want to complain, however he should take credit where credit is due'[/i] Bringing up the issue with the kitchen Amano is delighted to find out the captain already planned on fixing it, and after a few exchanged anecdotes about a ship's galley the two shake hands and Amano turns to his manservant. “Anything else need to be seen to here, or shall we head to our next task?” He seems far more relaxed now, the captain treating him like a respectable young lord rather than a child doing wonders for his confidence. While on the ship at least. Amano knows it's only really because he's paying the man, but that only slightly lessens the small sparks of pride.