#thread.zinas

Zinas was having a very bad, not good day. Which was every day since he'd woken up by the beach, half drowned, bloody, and with no memories of who he'd been.

But today, after a few weeks of recovery, his body was trying to tell him that he was in fact not completely healed yet. A reminder that usually came when he laid down for sleeping.

He spit up the blood that tinged his throat, and leaned against the table. Losing fights at the pit wasn't new, but this one had been particulary brutal.

"Hey you!" he called out to a stranger near his table - everyone was a stranger to Zinas. "Can I pay you to get me a glass of water and some bandages?" he asked. Whereas his 'hey you' had an edge of anger and frustration, further words just sounded defeated. He was bracing for not being helped at all, simply ignored. A cruel world. And he figured he'd been cruel too.

Having spent his first days - of his life - in bed fighting off a fever and eating only soup, Zinas had pocketed hard earned money won at the pit, exchanged if for a package of smoked fish, and headed to the tavern to turn it into drink. He hadn’t had a lick of alcohol - that he could remember - and he wanted to see if it would bring back any memories.

Placing the wrapped goods on the bar, Zinas held up a hand to get the attention from the first bartender he saw.

Since so far - after only a few days walking around - he hadn’t been recognised, he figured he was in fact new to the streets of Tortuga. Perhaps even to the pirate life, because he didn’t recognize a single person - or even a flicker of recognition. 

In truth, it made him very very angry. 

He moved through the streets towards the tavern, scowl on his face. Then last minute made a beeline for the Siren’s Nest. He’d never actually been inside this place, had only watched from a distance and stared. Something told him he hadn’t frequented such places often. So he walked up to the first person he saw, and uttered an awkward 'hi'.

The situation in Tortuga between pirates and townspeople had been explained to him the first day he’d started working. They weren’t looking for more dock workers, certainly not now, but Zinas was put to work regardless. He was more like an underpaid security force than an individual who did any heavy lifting.

He did find that he enjoyed being able to yell at people and send kids away from precious cargo or docked ships. He watched a small group of youngsters stalk towards an individual standing on the dock and raised his voice to get their attention. “Hey! No didlydaddling!” He yelled, tapping the end of the long stick against his open palm. It had the desired effect. And it felt so good. He also hated it, he didn’t want to be a violent man.