[Narv Smith, local common thief, passed by the handsome Commodore's cell every day. Somewhere around day fifteen of the navy men's imprisonment, Narv had decided that the Commodore was very handsome indeed and started spending a few minutes each evening lurking by his cell and offering pilfered gewgaws that he thought might be the sort of thing to interest a fine man like the Commodore, and occasionally bits of extra food.]
Good eve' sir. [He tapped his forehead where the brow of a hat would be if he were the sort to wear a hat in public like a proper gentleman.] I got something for you.
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Good eve' sir. [He tapped his forehead where the brow of a hat would be if he were the sort to wear a hat in public like a proper gentleman.] I got something for you.