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the
flame gone out?”
    “No, cool is an expression meaning
that something is nice or interesting.”
    “A strange expression,” the Captain
said, shaking his head.
    As the waning traces of tobacco burned
up in Jeff’s pipe, he turned to the Captain, “If you’ll excuse me,
Captain, would you direct me to the…”
    “To the what?” Coxen
inquired.
    “I was going to ask you where the
restroom was, but I realized that there isn’t one.”
    “Restroom? You mean your sleeping
berth?”
    “No, a restroom is a place where one
goes to relieve himself.”
    “Relieve himself of what?”
    Jeff shook his head, “Where you go to
pee and crap.”
    “You mean piss and shit, the words pee
and crap are for children and wenches!” the Captain
corrected.
    “Yes, well, anyway, where might I go
to piss and shit?” “The bucket is to your starboard just outside
the door,” the Captain directed.
    Jeff stood up and nearly fell flat on
his face as he was still very much feeling the effects of the rum.
His head was spinning as he staggered toward the cabin door. The
cool breeze of the night air on his face helped him regain his
senses somewhat. It was now dark outside and it took a few moments
for his eyes to adjust to the dim light provided by the moon
overhead. At the far end of the deck, several members of the crew
were sitting in a circle smoking and playing what appeared to be
some sort of dice game. Jeff spotted a wooden bucket tied to a rope
near the rail. He walked over and picked it up. Judging from the
smell that emanated from it, he was thankful that it was dark
enough that he couldn’t really see what the inside of it looked
like. This was no doubt the right bucket. Still wobbly, he decided
to lean his back against the wall for support. He pushed down the
front of his trunks and peed into the bucket and then approached
the rail to dump it. After upending the bucket, he lowered it by
the rope to collect some seawater and rinse it out. He nearly
followed the bucket over the side, but was able to steady himself
on the rail. As he set the bucket back where he found it, he
started to think about the procedure for when he needed to do more
than urinate, but quickly dismissed those thoughts as something to
be dealt with when the time came.
    As he stumbled back into the cabin,
the Captain was just re-loading his pipe for another smoke. “Mr.
Greene, I trust you found the bucket.”
    “I did, sir.” Jeff nodded.
    “Speaking of the ‘restroom’ as you
called it, I was considering your sleeping arrangements,” the
Captain began, “We have some empty berths in the crew’s quarters,
or we could clear a more private area for you in the storage
hold.”
    “Don’t go to any trouble for me,
Captain. The crew’s quarters will be fine.”
    “Very well. In addition, if you are to
accompany me to Port Royal tomorrow, you shall need some other
clothing. We can’t have you cavorting around town in those strange
skivvies of yours, now can we?”
    “No sir, I suppose not.”
    “You are a slender man, so my clothes
will be too large. Let me see, most of the slender men are much
shorter than you. By my eye, Robinson though a wench, is actually
the closest in stature.” The Captain walked to the door and stepped
onto the deck. “Robinson?!” Coxen called out to the crew on
deck.
    “’ E’s in the galley, sir,”
one of the crew answered.
    “Well then fetch him for me!” the
Captain yelled as he stepped back inside the cabin.
    A few minutes later, there was a knock
on the door. “Enter,” the Captain boomed.
    Robinson stepped through the door and
asked, “You called for me Captain?”
    “Yes, Mr. Robinson. Mr. Greene here is
in need of some clothing and you are the closest match for him in
stature. Would you be so good to lend him some clothes until we
find something suitable for him in Port Royal tomorrow? Oh, and
show him to an empty bunk for him to sleep in while you’re
there.”
    “Certainly, Captain. If you