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Co-Captain Jack Sparrow of the good boat ship The Seed Pearl, had recently done something very bad, and done so without consulting James. He'd invited a boy back to their ship. To make matters worse, he'd implied they'd be able to give the boy a job, or at least find him work. But as far as Jack knew, that meant they'd have to give young Chase a place to stay, as well. And there was no room.
At least in previous years their ships had held more belowdecks than two rooms and a lavatory. Now, those smallish rooms were their bedroom, and then their living quarters and kitchen rolled into one. The pets, of course, generally took up whatever room Jack and his lover did not. Two cats - an ancient, one-eyed Russian blue named Socrates and a young Siamese yowler dubbed Rum - and an immortal platypus - Union Jack, thus named for the flag painted on his bill with religious regularity - could occupy surprising amounts of space. Not to mention randomly appearing goddesses and their penchant for playing chuck-a-crab-at-the-immortal-seamen.
Still, they did have a couch, and with a couple hooks they could easily string a hammock. Tighter living quarters had been managed, and if the boy stayed, maybe they'd be able to justify getting a larger ship again. No, the hurtles here would be James, and avoiding awkward questions.
Letting out a deep breath, Jack tied the sack closed on the foul-smelling kitty litter. Please let James not find out about this until after the boy'd arrived?
At least in previous years their ships had held more belowdecks than two rooms and a lavatory. Now, those smallish rooms were their bedroom, and then their living quarters and kitchen rolled into one. The pets, of course, generally took up whatever room Jack and his lover did not. Two cats - an ancient, one-eyed Russian blue named Socrates and a young Siamese yowler dubbed Rum - and an immortal platypus - Union Jack, thus named for the flag painted on his bill with religious regularity - could occupy surprising amounts of space. Not to mention randomly appearing goddesses and their penchant for playing chuck-a-crab-at-the-immortal-seamen.
Still, they did have a couch, and with a couple hooks they could easily string a hammock. Tighter living quarters had been managed, and if the boy stayed, maybe they'd be able to justify getting a larger ship again. No, the hurtles here would be James, and avoiding awkward questions.
Letting out a deep breath, Jack tied the sack closed on the foul-smelling kitty litter. Please let James not find out about this until after the boy'd arrived?