#Saus-tember day 2

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Saus-tember: Day 2 - Sails

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He sat on the deck with his back to the mast in the midday sun, listening to the sounds of the sea, birds, waves and in the distance he could hear his fellow kestrels celebrating a successful raid and he was probably going to join them later.

But right now he was focusing on repairing the sails of the ship.

Turns out that none of the others could do a decent patching. He had guessed that Oli couldn't , due to the state of that shirt of his, but he had assumed that someone else at least knew how to handel a needle and thread.

But alas, he was completely alone in his endeavour.

Not that he didn't enjoy sewing, it would just have been nice to not have to patch the whole sail all on his own.

But here he was.

As he was sewing he thought about his Ma, she was the one who taught him when he was a little boy even though his Pa did disagree with him learning it, though he did nothing other than just complain about it.

His Ma had insisted that if he was going to be an independent man one day that he learn to mend his own clothes, something he was very relieved of now days.

He had learnt all types of stitches, back stitches, ladder stitches, slip stitches, hemstitches and, of course, sailmaker's stitches, which he was currently using.

His Ma was a seamstress for nobels, so she got to work with the finest fabrics in the most vibrant colours and the most delicate stings.

He obviously never got to work with them, he was just the son of a lowly sailor and a simple seamstress.

He worked with the bland but sturdy fabrics that the common folk wore, with the strings that could last for months even years under hard work.

But he still got to learn the tecnices that was only used for nobility.

His Ma had once gotten a roll of golden string from one of her clients, that was the one time he got to sew with the golden strings of the rich.

Just a small embroidery on a small pice of fabric, but still.

When he was seventeen he, with the guidence of his Ma, was working on a vest that would be worn when he went out on the sea. His Ma had managed to get a beautiful light blue fabric, dureble enough to be worn while working hard at sea.

When he was finished with the vest, the one he was currently wearing, his Ma had given him the golden string "To make your vest truly yours" as she had said.

He in fact still had the thread, he hadn't used it yet.

Putting down the now fully mended sail he sat back and looked up at the fast darkening sky, then he heard howls of laughter coming from the camp.

He smiled as he rose from his position, body aching from sitting still for so long, and started walking towards the camp.

When he arrived at the camp he saw them all gatterd around the fire, laughing, drinking.

And Scar sitting and mending one of his many hats.

He wasn't really as suprised or offended as he probably should have been, but knowing Scar, this is exactly what he would do.

As he lets out a laugh all eyes turn to him some suprised, some not, Oli looking between him and the empty seat next to him as if he thought Sausage had been sitting there a moment ago. And of course Scar, with the look of a man who has been caught in a lie but did not regret a thing.

The silence brought by his arrival is broken by Kyle bursting into laughter and the others soon joining in.

As Sausage joins in he knows exactly what he wants to do with his golden thread.

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Second day done. This was a long one.

Was this supposed to be about mending a sail, yes. Did it end up being about Sausage learning to sew, yes,

So for this I had to look up different stitches and I picked five different ones from the list, but when I saw that there was a stitch called sailmaker's stitch it was perfect.

If anyone is wondering what Sausage is going to do with with his golden string, he was planning on embroidering the kestrels sigil on his vest.