by Tenken Sun Oct 21, 2018 5:09 am
People, Adam decided as the metal heated up to a nice white-hot and was withdrawn from the coals to be placed on his anvil, were weird as all heck. He wasn't the kind of person to just dismiss the things around him even as he worked, and while he was a consumate professional he was definitely clued in and focused on the things that happened around him. The first and most evident was the woman sitting at the end of the nearby pier, maybe fifty metres away at most, sighing and staring into the water. She had paid him a little attention as he had taken his place there and begun work but it hadn't taken her long to return to her pensievity. And then there was the... doctor? Scientist? The woman in the lab coat who had barely paid him any attention and had moved directly towards the other woman, instantly introducing herself and beginning a fairly friendly conversation.
Of course, that was not all that was going on around Adam and he continued his little forgery as he listened and watched and, yes, smelled the world around him. A group of sailors were just departing a ship to the North of his position on the docks. A small boy was wailing loudly somewhere nearby, though not in vision - perhaps one street over? And a slat-ribbed dog was slinking out of a nearby alleyway, snuffling around and clearly hungry. If Adam had had some food to give it he would have -unfortunately he was probably almost as broke as the dog was, at least until he got paid from this job- and the tangy hot smell of the metal on his anvil told him it was starting to reach a good point for being shaped. It was a quick process, Adam's practiced hand moving easily and smoothly as he took his tongs and held the metal as he shaped it with his hammer and the small edging tool in his bag to smooth it into a knife shape.
It was, in truth, more of a barrel stave in shape but it was something for a customer, so a knife it would eventually be - or it would be once it was quenched and reheated for more shaping. Normally Adam would have used a barrel of salt water to cool the metal but the ocean was so nearby and was quite readolent, so with a quick lean and a hit from his hammer he opened a small hole in the wood of the docks so he could reach down and put the metal into the ocean itself, thankful it was high tide for the moment so he could reach the water proper. The metal cooled rapidly, steam rising from the hole Adam had made as he listened to the conversation nearby -neither of the two women had bothered to lower their voices- and he couldn't help but interject a little as a response to the question that was posed by the seated lady after a short time, a reflection on freedom and the idea of being a... pirate? Had he heard that right?
"Would it be fair to call pirates truly free?" he mused aloud -loud enough to be heard but not directed specifically at the women- his work never slowing as he pulled the cold metal out of the water quickly and immediately thrust it back into the heat, the cold water sizzling as it was added back into the intense heat of the forge fire, "Those who commit crimes are not free for they create bonds of violence and hatred - hunted by an entire group of people who wish to bring them down for their crimes, regardless of the truth of this particular definition."
He flashed a grin at them, directing it at them this time, then turned his gaze back to the metal, watching it as it heated from silver to yellow, to orange and then red and finally withdrawing it once it was white-hot again.
"But then again is there even such a thing as freedom?" his philosophising was not rare, nor was it to do so to effective strangers, but they could not know that of course, "The craftsman is a slave to their work, their art, their customers. Those who police the world are held under the thumb of their own rules, their own factional expectations and their own requirements to advance and to power. Maybe it is the most true to say that there is no real freedom in this world, for everyone is, at a baseline, a slave to themselves."
The metallic tink, tink, tink of his hammer began to ring as he shaped the metal, finally, into a bladed shape. He looked up at the women again, his work by rote and so practiced from his years of movements that he didn't even need to look - though he did prefer to.
"Or maybe pirates are indeed free. It would be nice, to be truly free, don't you think?"