"Yessir," he repeated. Truth be told, Harold hated rum. But it did the job, so he drank it. He obeyed, sitting and keeping his eyes to his food, a little awed still at being told to eat aside the Captain.
As he popped a bit of fruit into his mouth, he tried not to sneak a glance at the Captain and his first mate out of the corner of his eye. He kind of failed.
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Date: 2009-09-19 07:20 pm (UTC)As he popped a bit of fruit into his mouth, he tried not to sneak a glance at the Captain and his first mate out of the corner of his eye. He kind of failed.