#137665 - I was spoiled and doted upon with my every whim attended to, my ladies dressed me and kept me and my father paid my way in every venture. But I had not seen anyone that night, not my father with soft words of comfort and reassurance, nor the captain with sharp words of warning, nor the cook with his bright smile and delivery of our supper, not even the cabin boy, who would look in to tidy our cabin and give us hot water bottles and fresh linen and most nights provide us with a dashing tale about brave soldiers and their battles at sea with pirates and great sea monsters. Well then, My Lord Parkson, he said at last with that same wicked, cunning smirk across his lips and I distinctly had the feeling of wanting to punch him right in that smug little face of his.
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