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Take What You Can
"I just stepped over here and then here and-" Blaxton wrinkled his nose looking from the shelves to the wall, while Jack was listening to him with well-concealed amusement. "Then I tripped over here..." the boy pointed to the rum cellar's floor, "fell like this..." Very slowly, Blaxton leaned forward raising one of his feet off the ground and reaching out with his hands. "And then my hand went like this..." He made his hand fly forward very quickly. "I accidentally grabbed one of the bottles and then the rest just... crushed to the ground," he concluded with a deep sigh, straightening up.
The door opened, and Elizabeth peered into the rum cellar. "Here you are," she said with a smile, walking in.
"Our son has just explained to me how he got three dozens of rum bottles broken," said Jack in a serious voice, narrowing his eyes in a barely perceptible smile.
Elizabeth shifted her eyes to Blaxton, who tilted his head to the side, pouting a little. "It was an accident," he stated with much more conviction in his voice than when he was recounting the unfortunate event.
"I'm sure it was," agreed Jack, rising to his feet from a barrel. "Now. What are we going to do about this?"
Blaxton pursed his lips, as if in deep thought, and after a moment of consideration proposed bravely: "I won't eat any desserts for the next..."
"Two weeks," offered Jack, and Elizabeth was about to intervene, not wanting to have Blaxton deprived of his favorite dessert for so long, but Jack silenced her by taking her hand in his and squeezing it lightly.
"Aye!" Blaxton nodded thinking that two weeks could not be a very long amount of time. After all, two was a small number.
"Very well," Jack acknowledged the self-chosen punishment with a nod, and Elizabeth waited until Blaxton ran out of the rum cellar (with a bit too much of joyful agility in his step) before turning to Jack with a questioning look on her face.
Jack smiled. "The bottles that got broken were from there," he said indicating the shelf. "There is no way he could reach that high," he whispered into Elizabeth's ear and they both laughed.
"Thank ye, mate. We'll ne'er forget 'bout this," said Pintel convincingly.
"Aye. We'd be in trouble if-" started Ragetti, but Pintel interrupted him angrily.
"We!? It was all yer fault," he hissed, glaring at Ragetti, but then turned to Blaxton with a sweetish smile. "So did ye decide what ye wanted in return for that little favor?"
"Could I have your desserts for the next..." Blaxton hesitated for a fraction of a second, "three weeks?" He held his breath waiting for an answer, and grinned happily when Pintel and Ragetti nodded their heads in agreement.