Omari hadn’t seen his mother in a couple of days and he was adjusting to the all-male environment around him. He was slowly getting to know most of the adult Pirates and could now recognize a good number of Captains and their ships, something he regarding with a hidden pride.
The young sand-colored lion was growing increasingly protective of his real name now, the one only known to his family and the Commodore – and Captain Nemeios, he suddenly realized with more than a little annoyance. He had already chosen his pirate name though no others knew of it just yet and Omari was planning on only revealing it once he took the rank of Missioner and joined a Ship. But he was well aware at how quickly nicknames stuck and he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t end up with something stupid for a name, like… ”Sandy.”
The young lion’s gaze travelled through the small crowd of pirates, looking for any new ships he hadn’t seen before. He was still limping for his encounter with the young Viking and the fresh scars were proof of the violence that had transpired in the short meeting. It was something Omari was trying very hard to forget as it tended to make him even more irritable than usual.
