( Why, would you look at that? Under Mr. Eames' own squinting eye, the man prevails over the fine task of mopping. They'll teach him the polish tomorrow, and how to bait a hook without slashing his own arm, after.
Make a deckhand of him yet.
Approvingly, Mr. Eames nods along, waving towards the deck as if inviting the other sailors to bask in the brilliance of a job well done. From behind, a man claps. )
Is good, is good... Ye be a learned man, now. You speak o'me to your children, how Eames taught you trade, aye?
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Make a deckhand of him yet.
Approvingly, Mr. Eames nods along, waving towards the deck as if inviting the other sailors to bask in the brilliance of a job well done. From behind, a man claps. )
Is good, is good... Ye be a learned man, now. You speak o'me to your children, how Eames taught you trade, aye?