Night watched Lizzy’s face as she tried to cover up her emotions with others. She was a lot stronger than he when it came to her mind. He was starting to realize what the phrase “Great things in small packages” was all about or something to that effect. She was always so positive and it moved him in ways he wasn’t used too. She was a pillar and he was but one nail in the support.
He lazily watched her freshen up and though he knew his stomach was loud, hers was apparently more boisterous than his. He laughed aloud at Lizzy’s rumbling tummy. "Little Elizabeth, I do believe you might be floating along in the same boat as I." He wiped a tear from his face and watched her face with pure amusement as she tried her best to look mean… and ended up looking more adorable than usual.
"I don't know what we're supposed to do. It's not like we can start climbing our way d-..." Lizzy said but cut off her sentence midway… What was she looking for? He sat back upon the bed and stared as she worked something on the wall. Her eyes, ever searching, apparently had found something his had not. Her wondrous, illuminative eyes… his vision faded out as his mind took over and he started to day dream.
"Look, Night, look!" Lizzy said with delight and he blinked a few times coming back to reality. Night stared at the strange fruits, or what appeared to be fruits that Liz had found. He wondered if they were safe to eat… but if the Spreekalings had stored them here then they must be safe. He was still cautious but Night nodded to Elizabeth for the go ahead to eat them anyways. So far the Spreekalings had been trustworthy although curious and the elder had even saved Lizzy’s life.
Night picked up one of the strange fruits as well; it was a bright orange and forest green. He eyed it at first, smelled it and then tested the skin with his finger tips to see if it had a rind or was completely edible. He looked at Lizzy, already chowing down on the pink and blue one she held in her hands. The meat inside was white and she seemed to be enjoying it very much. She smiled up at Night with juice dripping from her chin and pulp on her nose. He laughed thunderously, as everything else he did was loud and echoing.
He took out his knife and sliced the bizarre fruit in two, setting half aside for Lizzy to sample for herself. It dripped a blue liquid but the pulp inside was like that of a lime. Night sniffed it once more and thought a second before slowly leaning in to bite down. A burst of sweet and tart rushed over his tongue and he wasn’t quite sure if he liked it or not. It reminded him of limes, coconuts and star fruits all in one… he didn’t understand it but they needed something to eat and so he tasted various fruits until he found ones that he liked.
There was one in particular that he found was his favorite. It was shaped like a banana but it had spines on the outside. It was difficult to handle but with as thick of skin as he possessed he would be fine. He didn’t let Elizabeth handle it, he peeled it for her. It was orange and yellow, like a sun set and the inside was the consistency of a banana for the most part, except for the second layer inside. He picked off part of the second layer, which was more like a berry attached to the banana like pulp. He slowly tasted one… a very sweet flavor similar to a berry he’d eaten once before. A berry he’d acquired while on the high seas, raiding a Chinese charter ship. Lychee he believed it was labeled, whatever that was.
He scooped part of the pulp out with his knife and placed it on his tongue. After a moment of chewing and impatient looks from Elizabeth he smiled at her with amusement. “I am most confident you will love this one Elizabeth.” He handed her one of the berries and a piece of the pulp as well. “I am sure I will never taste a fruit such as this, of lychee, banana and ice cream. It almost feels sinful to each such a treat for breakfast.” He laughed aloud again and started to peel yet another for Liz.
As Elizabeth enjoyed the last of what Night has peeled for her he gathered the shreds of peels and discarded them into a basket off to the side. He wasn’t sure what the Spreekalings would do with them but he didn’t want to make a wrong move. He cleaned off his knife and returned it to its sheath, drying his hands on a rather fuzzy looking towel that was actually a leaf woven with mosses. He was impressed at how everything here was so natural and that they had lived purely off of the lands. He was jealous in a way but he had loved the seas and his ships. He would not want to give them up.
He sat himself back upon the lofty bed and waited. He didn’t know what he was waiting for but he wasn’t about to climb down those damn trees himself. He felt almost helpless in a way because he hated heights. Land or Water but damn the trees… that was not a place for him.
