TITLE: Stream Pirate
Every introduction was the same.
"Welcome to Radial Stream, Your Excellencies. I am King Tombolo Fan. May I present my daughter, Alluvial Fan."
"Thank you for taking time out of your precious schedule to come gold-digging in a kingdom you would never ordinarily set foot in. My, your son is fatter than the portrait you sent of him. I'm king here, so put any thoughts of pomposity out of your overly-powdered-wigged head, and don't you dare forget that my daughter will one day be in my position."
At least that's what I heard my father say. Made the day more interesting.
Today's introduction took place on the dock in Daol Port reserved for the royal family. The hustling and bustling of the busy capital provided a nice hum against the half-mumbled speech of intent from the Duke of Branderbee's son. He was a very nervous-looking fellow, half a foot shorter than me and at least forty pounds heavier. Apparently he had heard the version of my father's introduction that I had, because as he spoke his eyes never left his shoes and his cheeks grew redder. The world's future lay on shoulders like these. How reassuring.
"Sir, I-I-thanks, thank you, thank you for the chance to meet with Your Highnesses. I have been looking up-forward, forward to this meeting with the princess, whom I have heard so much about."
Tom's lips remained in a welcoming smile beneath his gray beard, though I could tell he had reached the same conclusion as I – it was over.