Clean Heart, Dirty Deal

The sun sat in the sky, watching the village of. There was a slight breeze from the sea snaking throughout the streets. A lone ship floated into the harbor, it wasn't very big and looked like it had been boarded up multiple times. From the deck leapt a boy who looked no older than 16, he hummed happily as he tied his boat to the dock and strolled into town. Some of the people gave him an odd glance but most just went on with their day, it wasn't like they hadn't seen kids sailing before. The boy himself was dressed in a snug blue and red coat over a red shirt with some tan pants and very fine looking leather boots. He strode through the streets without a care in the world, humming happily as he eyed a sign. Drinker's Pub was written in big bold letters over a very nice looking bar. The boy grinned from ear to ear as he pushed the doors open and entered.

The moment he walked in most of the grizzled and older men turned to look at the kid, some letting out a good laugh. The boy paid them no mind as he made his way to the bar and hopped on a stool. "One apple juice and some vegetables please." He sang as he placed his money on the counter. The barkeep just stared at the boy for a second before sighing and stepping away to prepare his food. The rest of the bar was in an uproar. "Apple juice and veggies, what are ye a babby?" A man screeched. "What's this baby doin in a bar anyhow." Another howled. "What are ye scared of rum or somethin?" A larger man spoke, he looked like he'd had quite a few drinks already. "Eyyy what's all this? Is this baby insulting our rum? How dare he." Another drunken man screeched. "YOU! You think yur better than rum? Rum to good for ya?" A lady yelled from a chair by the window. "I'll have ya know my father was saved by rum, HOW DARE YOU INSULT HIM?" A large bald man roared. It was then that the barkeeper returned and placed a carrot and a glass of apple juice in front of the kid. He picked the glass up and drank it with a smile. "OI this lad's ignorin us, drinking that like rums nothing but a pile-a dirt." The bald man roared. "I'll kill im for insulting me drink." A red bearded man howled. "Umm I just like apple juice better." The boy spoke sheepishly as he stared at the room of angered, drunken rum lovers.