When Jack went to sleep, he was happily pressed between Pearl and Bastiaan. He had a title again, but almost more importantly, he had this comfortable position back again. He hadn't even realized how much he'd missed it. He had a bed full of soft, warm bodies and it was --as it should be-- aboard a ship. Jack had both titles back once more and more
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Almost as good, she scoots over and wraps around him before dozing again.
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"Are you a Lost Boy?"
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He looks around and begins to notice the subtle rocking of the anchored boat the lavish bedroom is held in. The boy's never seen such expensive things in all his life and only been aboard a ship twice...and he just barely counts being born on one.
"This isn't The Oaken Barrel. ... Are we on a ship?" Another glance around. "Is it the king's ship?"
Curious thing for an eight year old. He also knows well enough to speak only English around white people. They own most everything around the ports anyway. He only speaks his mother's language when he wanders from home or they go to market.
"Why are you in this lady's bed? Or is it your bed? Did you buy her?"
Bastiaan, to Jack, seems old enough to be some sort of royalty picking up whores in port on his big fancy ship. She's too old to just be his woman, though and to young to be his mother. It doesn't occur to Jack that this would be a rude question.
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About the time Jack suggests she's a bought woman one small foot comes out and shoves the middle of his chest to knock the child thing off the bed. It's disturbing her beauty sleep.
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