A little gamin in a big ship.

[gotsomebite]

The ship was a big place for the little gamin, and even after being here for quite some time, he still hadn’t seen all of it. He finally decided to take it in parts, on corridor one day, another the next, find all the holes, nooks and crannies and then make sure he kept them in his mind. It might not have been Paris, but for now, it was his home.

He walked along, his hat pulled tight around his ears, humming a made-up tune about eggs and women (of less than proper profession). Eventually he would memorize the entire ship’s floor plan, even if that day wasn’t going to be today.