Callum scoffed at the pirate king's inquiry. "Adventure? That's quite the generous title," The princes' face twisted in thought, as if trying to think of even one interesting point. "Well, I spent a month sitting in my brother William's castle, reading books, filing papers and basically being his secretary. By myself. Waiting until supper time when him and my father would return and share the beguiling stories of their days-long hunts, all the while my mother was busy devoting her time to my chirpy and annoying sister-in-law; falling over themselves planning for the little creature--I mean baby" Callum let a long breath, having clearly held it in for his vent. "So basically my 'adventure' involved a whole lot of watching others enjoy their lives while I stood by doing nothing." Callums gaze fell back to the drawing. 

His annoyance and frustration were nearly palpable in the room. Gingerly he reached for the quill and, dipping it in the ink, he used it to draw a crude little stick figure wearing a crown standing in the ship. Callum put the quill down and looked Theo directly in the eyes, a whirlwind of emotions spurring in his own. "It's not fair. I've been sentenced to spend my entire life blindly following whatever my parents say and do. I'll never own land, there's simply not enough to go around. My mother refuses to let me hunt or fish or do anything fun that might be even remotely dangerous. I'm not even allowed to leave the castle grounds without someone holding my hand!" Callum's anguish brought him to his feet, tears in his eyes. 

"You are the only interesting thing in my life." The small prince had never felt smaller then he did in that moment, trembling in front of one the most feared men on the continent with his heart on his sleeve. What was it about the pirate that made Callum feel so safe; like he could bear his deepest wounds and know he'd receive only the best of care.