1 Timmy sat, idly tossing a rock at a wall, and watching them tumble down to the cobble below. Often they hit his head, but he didn't mind. One of the nice guard around here gave him his helmet. It sat balanced on the small boys noggin like a bowl balanced on a twig. The guard gave it to him after watching Timmy play the game for a few minutes, charity spurred by pity.
Someone prodded him between his tiny shoulder-blades. The large orc man, held the butt end of a knife towards him to get his attention. His words were tinny. He snatched the helmet off the boy's head with a-
"-and fer Gods sakes, get that silly thing off yer head. Yer hearing is shit enough." Craeosh grumbled, turning the knife back to the apple he was peeling absently, "Boats 'bout ready. Doc sent me."
"We gonna go back into the sparkly ocean now?" Timmy said, rolling backwards slowly into a headstand. This made his eyes feel funny.
"Sparkly-? Oh, nah nah, we're headed to the real waters. Gonna head to the t