Chapter 3
1083 words (more or less since editing)
Jay opened his eyes quickly the next morning just to see if Trevon was still there. It was. Hoping to get back to sleep, he rolled over in his soft, blue bed sheets, but found he couldn’t even close his eyes. He accepted his awake-ness and clambered out of bed. Jay was disgusted to find that he was still wearing his ocean-soaked, sand-ridden track pants, but didn’t know what to wear in place of them. Instead, he wrapped himself in the woolen blanket Shep had given him, which he had left on the floor the night before.
Jay found the eating room by following his nose to the delicious breakfast smells. He spied Shep chowing down heartily on his breakfast, and Jay slid into the seat across from him.
“Good morning, my beach-jay,” said Shep, waving a server whose name tag read "Harry Potter," which Jay thought was a little laughable. “What do you want for breakfast? I’m paying, so don’t mind about that. I’ll bet you don’t even have any drubbles.”
“Um… I want…” Jay started, then realized he had no idea what they served, and if the “fruitwash” from last night was any indication, it probably wasn’t anything he knew. Jay caught a whiff of what was on Shep’s plate. It smelled pretty good, and looked like some kind of meat. “I’ll have some of that,” Jay pointed to Shep’s plate.
“Right away,” the server said.
“So what is that?” Jay asked, leaning in to get a better look of Shep’s food.
“A mysterious dish called… Pork Strips!”
Jay had been expecting something much more foreign like dragon calf. He was pleasantly surprised. “Oh. Sounds great!” And it was pretty great, as Jay discovered when the server brought back his food. When they had both finished breakfast, Shep gave the server four Iron pyramids. “Are those drubbles?” Jay asked.
“Actually, no. drubbles are colored copper, and shaped like two of these degas. The smallest amount is a lead penny. It’s a flat disk. The second smallest coin is an iron dega, which you see here is a pyramid. Next are drooples, after that, silver and gold orbs respectively. There’s ten of a lesser coin to that of a higher one,” explained Shep.
Jay did some math. “So it’s 10,000 lead pennies to a golden orb?” he asked. Shep nodded. Jay fingered the iron pyramid. Every side was the same size, and although the edges had been worn smooth and round, there were hardly any other deformities. He rubbed his finger against an “S” engraved onto one of the sides. “What does this mean?”
“That’s the mark of the princess. They put letters on all the coins for various reasons. One reason is to tell when a coin is too old to be used. There are people who will trade for old coins with their letters rubbed almost off and give you the same amount they were worth, minus one penny. If you trade using a coin without a letter, you can go to jail, so it’s smart to ask for better coinage when trading if at all possible. The other reason for these letters is for the blind. I’ve heard an old story of a blind trader who was paid in silver orbs instead of gold, even though the gold orbs are a little bit larger than the silver ones.”
“What are the other letters?” Jay asked.
Shep pulled out a drawstring bag. He laid out something that looked exactly like a normal penny from his hometown, except it was a dark grayish color, and had an “M” on the side instead of Abe Lincoln’s head. The next coin he removed was a copper one. Shep was right. It did look like it was two Degas stuck together. The copper rhombus had a “P” engraved onto it. The last coin Shep pulled out was a small silver orb. It had a “Q” on the side. Then Shep started to sing, pointing to each coin in turn, with exception of the gold orb, which wasn’t on the table.
“The gold is the King, so large and mighty,
Silver is the Queen, a graceful royalty.
Copper is the Prince, the next in line,
Iron is Princess, the fair and the kind.
Lead is an M, oh what could it mean?
Perhaps it’s referring to just you and me.”
Jay studied the coins and listened to the song again in his head. “Why have an ‘S’ for the princess? And what’s with the ‘M’ again?”
“Well we couldn’t have two ‘P’s, now could we? Instead of taking from the beginning of the word, I suppose they took from the end. And no one knows what the ‘M’ stands for. That song would lead the listener to believe that it stands for the common person, but I’m not sure. The letters were dictated years ago with no reason for what they meant stated in paper. The lead penny has always been a mystery.” Shep swept the coins back into his drawstring bag. “Sorry I didn’t have any gold orbs to show you,” he said, looking slightly embarrassed, “they’re a rare commodity, and truthfully aren’t the most convenient form of payment, as even the costliest of things won’t cost more than a few silver orbs. Most things worth having are paid for with drooples and degas. Now why don’t we take a walk? Fresh air is good for one from another world.”
Shep led Jay outside towards the cliffs that over looked the sea. “It’s good that you were curious about the coins. That’s knowledge you’ll need through your travels here. One dega is a good price of bread. If you keep that in mind, most bartering should be easy enough.”
Jay’s mind was spinning with this information, and with just the fact that he really was in some other world. He hadn’t quite believed it yesterday, but now the truth hit him with the force of a train. Jay buried his head in his hands and moaned. “What am I going to do?” he mumbled.
“Well, you can always come along with me,” Shep offered, “It gets lonely only having sheep to talk to most of the time.”
Jay didn’t need another reminder of how crazy this guy was, but he had no one else to turn to. He had no money, know knowledge and no idea of how to live in this place. “Sure, if you’d really let me. It’s awfully kind of you.”
“I know it is,” laughed Shep, “but I intend to put you to work on our journey.”
Oh great, thought Jay.
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A/N the mention of Harry Potter is only for a challenge for the Last Man Standing Contest, and will have no impact on the story.
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