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Chapter 7: Help Meh
Harry's POV:
Me Da raises his hook, 'nd I try not ta physically cringe. Tha lass had it comin' o' course, mouthin' off ta me da like tha'. He definitely wouldn' let 'er off without havin' properly punished 'er 1st. I o' course speak from personally experience, I was a mouthy little brat when I was young'r. Me Da ne'er raised his hook ta me o' course, clients don' wan' an ugly kid full o' scars. Tha lass raises 'er hand as well 'nd quickly high fives me Da full force. I slap me hand o'er me mouth ta stop 'rom gaspin' , 'nd me Da looks pretty stunned as well. Da's razor sharp hook goes clear through tha lass' hand, 'nd blood's pourin' down tha lass' arm. Tha lass draws 'er hand back, 'nd examines it with a creepy open mouth smile 'n 'er face. 'kay, she's definitely 'rom tha Ilse. I hear tha scrapin' o' wood ta tha left o' us, it's Harriet draggin' back a semi conscious CJ. I rush o'er ta help 'er carry CJ 'nside. She's 'n pretty bad shape actually. 'er nose looks broken, 'nd 'er lip is busted. She's co'ered in blood, 'nd clutchin' 'er gut. Hades, Girly really did a num'er on 'er. Da steps out o' tha way, 'n we 'ring 'er b'low deck. We ease 'er onta tha couch, 'nd she let's out a whimper o' pain. "Don't worry, sis, I'll take care of you.", Harriet whispers ta 'er. CJ 'tempts ta nod, but let's out 'nother cry o' pain 'nstead. Harriet rushes off, probably ta go dig up 1 o' our 1st aid kits. She happens ta be 1 o' tha few 'nicer' Vks 'n tha Isle, at least when it comes ta me sister 'nd meh. She's been tha closest thin' we've had ta a mother 'ince fore'er. "Maybe this'll teach ya ta 'eep yare big mouth shut 'bout me, yea?", I sneer at 'er.
Hazel's POV:
Good ol' Daddy Dearest, examines, his blood covered hook in mild INTEREST. Unfortunately for him, he failed ta mask how SHOOK he was, when I skewered my hand through his hook. I'll take it that no one's ever done THAT before. "So, what did you want to speak with me about?", he asks after looking up from his hook. A cackle escapes from my mouth. It looks like THAT got his attention. "WELL, ya see, here's the thing. Ya're not gonna sell Harry ta anymore 'clients', and if I find out ya HAVE... I'm gonna smash in yare knee caps, then saw off yare ankles, THEN saw off yare knees. I might, also, smash in yare ol' man dick just for funzies.", I say in a sing song voice with a big GRIN plastered all over my face. He narrows his eyes at me, almost like he's tryin' ta call my 'bluff. I, lick, some of my blood off my arm, then giggle. All while makin' EYE CONTACT with him. He doesn' back down, so I'll give him credit for THAT. Awww, he thinks I'm BLUFFIN'. He's in for QUITE a, shock, then if he disobeys me. "Whaaatt? I'm being SUPER nice by lettin' ya off with a warnin' and, stuff.", I say while tiltin' my head in mock confusion and innocence. He scoffs, and wipes his bloody hook on his pants. "I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you, little girl. The Isle can be a scary place if you fuck with the wrong people.", Captain Hook warns me. I giggle and twirl my hair. "Oh, is that SO?", I laugh out. Good ol' Hooky the 1st doesn't disappoint yet again, as he soon draws his sword ta my throat.
Harry's POV:
Me little sis slowly raises 'er arm up, 'nd flips meh tha bird. I snort. "Too bad you can't stand up for yourself, whore.", CJ coughs out. Harriet runs back inta tha room just 'n tha knick o' time 'or CJ. Otherwise I might've been tempted ta 'ive 'er a few more bruises. "It's ta bad tha Da's gonna 'ave yare head 'or losin' tha fight, especially since ya won' be takin' any clients any time soon.", I casually retort. She stiffens, then sucks 'n a breath. I can stan' up 'or meself JUST FINE. "Stop it, Harry. Can't you see she's hurt? You can bicker with her later.", Harriet chides. I cross me arms 'nd look 'way. Harriet cracks open tha kit 'nd gets ta work. "Hey, she 'tarted it.", I argue. "I did not.", CJ immediately fires back. "I don't care who started it, drop it, both of you.", Harriet commands. I grumble 'nd stomp up tha stairs. Hades, I left tha lass 'lone with me Da! He's probably ripped 'er a new one by now. I reach tha top o' tha stairs, 'nd fling tha door open. "Da-", I 'tart as soon as I see his sword hoverin' o'er 'er throat. "Stay out of this, Harry.", Da snaps. Tha lass 'urns 'wards meh 'nd waves, causin' tha sword ta knick 'art o' 'er neck. Then she looks back at me Da. "Now, is that any way ta, talk, ta yare SON?", she asks while puttin' 'er hands 'n 'er hips. 'er hand tha' got hooked's co'ered in blood, 'nd so's 'er arm. She's 'till bleedin'... "Da, at least let meh patch up 'er-", I 'tart ta plead. "I say STAY OUT OF THIS SON! YOU'RE THE REASON I HAVE TO DEAL WITH HER IN THE 1ST PLACE! YOU'RE THE REASON YOUR SISTER'S HURT RIGHT NOW! ALL THIS IS YOUR FAULT!", me Da yells at meh.
Hazel's POV:
THAT'S IT. I knock Harry's father's, crusty ol' sword, out of his hand. It goes flyin' across the ship as I drop kick his ol' man balls, he screams in pain. I roll out of the way when the ass hat falls to the ground in pain. "Lass.", Harry says. Then I hop up, grab a fistful of his greasy long hair, and yank a good chunk out. He yelps in pain again, and ATTEMPTS ta swipe me with his hook, lol. I block his swipe, and rip his hook off his arm stub. I then throw that, and the chunk of hair, across the ship in the same direction as his sword. "LASS.", Harry says again, only this time SLIGHTLY louder. The ol' man tries ta roll away from me, but I pick him up by his ankle, effectively stoppin' him. "LASS!", Harry yells. I turn my head ta look at him. "What is it, Pumpkin? I'm kinda a LIL busy right now.", I reply. The ol' drunk fails around and punches me in my gut, so I kick him in the face. The crunch of cartilage, and bone, BREAKIN' rings through the air. I feel a TAP on my shoulder, I look over, and it's Harry, givin' me a pleadin' look. I HEAVILY sigh and drop his dad, face 1st, onta the ground. "Happy now?", I ask Harry. He shoots me a, half hearted, half smile. I'll take THAT as a yes then. His dad manges ta pick himself up off the ground. I stomp over ta him, so Harry of COURSE, runs in front of me in his attempt ta try and stop me. Ugh, why is he even TRYIN' ta stop me? He KNOWS his dad's an abusive drunk, right? Yet he's CLEARLY ta, afraid, ta stand up for himself. We'll have ta, fix, THAT.
Harry's POV:
I hate it when me Da yells at meh. I mean, I 'ready knew this wa' all me fault. E'erythin' usual is'cordin' ta him. I didn' e'en brin' 'er home 'n purpose, she 'ust kinda followed meh 'ere. I 'as so stupid! I shouldn' 'ave let 'er see meh 'n me moment of weakness 'n tha 1st place. I guess I am pretty useless... I run 'n front o' tha lass 'fore she can cause any 'ore trouble. She 'ives meh a warm smile, 'nd steps up ta meh. I stiffen 'nd shift inta a fightin' stance. I'll be damned if I let 'er seriously 'urt me Da. "Sweetie, I KNOW he's yare dad, and ya care about him, for some reason. Ya can't LET him talk ta ya like that though. I know standin' up for yareself can seem, dauntin', but sometimes it has ta be DONE.", she tells meh. Wha'? I can' stand up ta ME DA! He'd kick me arse, then 'ive meh e'en more clients than I 'ready 'ave. 'sides, I don' wanna disappoint him. "Don't listen to her son! She's just trying to turn you against me, your own father! Are you really gonna let her manipulate you like that!", me Da shouts 'rom 'hind meh. I turn 'round 'nd me Da hands meh his sword. "Wha' am I-", I 'tart 'or Da explains himself. "She is right about you needing to stand up for yourself, now go do what needs to be done!", Da says. I look down at Da's sword, then o'er ta tha lass. He wants meh ta fight 'er. Does he really t'ink I stand a chance? "I believe in you, son.", I hear him say. Me eyes widen. He's ne'er said tha' ta me 'fore. I grip tha hilt, shift inta me fightin' stance, 'nd charge.
Hazel's POV:
Well PLAYED, Captain Hook, well played. Turnin' yare SON against me, since ya can't beat me yareself. I WONDER what he thinks is gonna, happen. Is he countin' on me NOT fightin' Harry, or is he countin' on me ACTUALLY fightin' Harry? If I don't fight him, he'd ASSUMIN'LY win, injurin' me in the process. If I do fight him, any trust or 'friendship' I've gained with him will be out the window, since he'd ASSUMMIN'LY get hurt. It's a pretty, decent, plan considerin' a drunk guy came up with it. Harry runs at me, and I twirl out of the way. He swipes at my midsection, which I jump away ta avoid. "WOW Captain Hook, are ya REALLY gonna risk puttin' yare precious boy in harms way, just ta 'insure' that he doesn' defy ya?", I quip after somersaultin' away from Harry. His attack slightly falters. I walk up ta Harry, he looks like he's ponderin' my STATEMENT. Good, his Dad'll no doubt get in the way and RUIN my plans. "I knew she wouldn't lay a hand on you! Do you think I'd tell you to fight her otherwise?", Captain Hook argues. Harry shoots me a glare, and tries ta dig his hook inta me neck. I block him, and grab his hand holdin' the hook. Wow, Harry must be DESPERATE for his father's approval. Can't relate, for a few different, reasons. Harry does ta STAB his father's sword inta my side, I grab that hand as well. "He EGGED CJ on ta fight me, knowin' that there'd be a chance that she'd get hurt." I counter. "He wanted 'er ta stand up 'or 'erself!", Harry snaps.
Harry's POV:
Da didn' want tha lass ta walk all o'er CJ, is all. He was tryin' ta help 'er. "Over a CHAIR.", she says. I try ta yank me 'ands free, but tha lass' got a stron' grip. I won' let 'er turn meh 'gainst 1 o' tha only family mem'ers I 'ave. "It was about more than just a chair! It starts with something trivial like a chair, then it snowballs into being too afraid to stand up for yourself when it really matters!", Da yells from tha side. I nod 'n 'greement. He meant well, he didn' mean 'or 'er ta get hurt. "It IS important ta stand up for yareself. If she was talkin' ta ANYONE else, she should've demanded her chair back. Then kicked them out if it if they happened ta say NO. I PERSONALLY wouldn't try ta skewer anyone over a chair, that's just a lil bit excessive. Ya dad just wanted ta see 2 girls FIGHT, for his own personal entertainment.", she accuses. I growl at 'er 'nd send a kick ta 'er gut, she doesn' e'en flinch. "Who doesn' want ta see 2 girls fight?", I ask. She rolls 'er eyes at meh, I head butt 'er 'nd 'er head snaps back. 'er head 'mediately snaps back up. "Ya can make excuses for him ta EVERYONE else, even yare sisters, but ya can't ta me.", she argues. I knee 'er gut, 'nd fall back, takin' 'er down with meh. I flip us so I'm on top, I kneel 'n 'er arms 'nd try ta yank me hands free. "I HATE ta be the bearer of bad news, but do ya really think he'd be makin' ya do thin's ya didn' want ta do if he ACTUALLY cared about ya?", she asks meh. I stiffen, 'nd stop tryin' ta yank me hands free. I hate havin' clients, we all do, but Da says we all 'eed ta pitch 'n 'nd do our parts. We need money 'or food, electricity, 'nd other thin's, 'nd tha' money has ta come from somewhere.
Hazel's POV:
Harry's actually a pretty skilled fighter, color me IMPRESSED. I don' want ta touch on, sensitive, topics just as much as the next person. He hasn't left me much of a CHOICE, though. He's bein' quite UNREASONABLY stubborn at the moment. I NEED him ta believe me over his, father. If I can accomplish that, well, all information reguardin' Uma is as good as MINE. "We have ta do wha' we can ta get by. Shouldn' ya know tha' by now?", he snaps. His trust in his father is, falterin', I can FEEL it. He's tryin' ta, justify, his father's actions in ATTEMPTS ta hold onta that SHRED of hope. Hope that his dad really DOES care about him and his sisters, deep down. Which is completely, understandable, don' get me wrong. It just isn't very, HEALTHY. "Ya're right there, so tell me, what DOES all the money ya and yare sisters make go ta?", I ask. He shoots me a 'seriously, do ya even have ta ask' look. I APPARENTLY do since we're, still, havin' this conversation right now. I roll us over so I'm on top, then I comfortably settle myself. My arms were startin' ta get a lil numb. He looks sorta, surprised, since he was puttin' ALL his body weight on my arms. "Tha money goes ta food 'nd bills.", he states. I throw my head back and cackle. OH, THAT'S RICH. I HIGHLY doubt daddy dearest puts all his pimp money towards, bills and food. "Is THAT what he tells ya?", I laugh out. "How else would we 'ave food 'n tha fridge, 'nd workin' electricity?", he deadpans. I let out a sigh. "Well UNLESS alcohol's yare new food source, and it's powerin' all yare light bulbs, I'd say someone else's helpin' with yare livin' expenses.", I quip.
Harry's POV:
Wha'? Tha's ridiculous! There's no one else TA help with expenses, tha's why we 'ave ta work 'n tha 1st place. Tha lass hops off meh, 'nd I 'mediately spring ta me feet. "Hurry up and finish her off, boy!", me Da shouts from tha sidelines. "Why don't ya give him a, hand, then? If ya're REALLY so, impatient.", Hazel asks. I growl out, 'nd tha lass looks at meh. Why'd she 'ave ta say hand? Now I won' be able ta go easy 'n 'er 'nymore. I haven' exactly been puttin' all me energy inta tha fight. She 'tares meh dead 'n tha eye as I take me hook, 'nd swipe it 'cross 'er right cheek. She doesn' e'en flinch as me hook cuts inta 'er cheek, leavin' a clean line 'cross. Blood runs down 'er face 'nd hits tha wooden planks. I 'mediately regret doin' it, I thought she'd dodge it like she did me other blows. "Why'd ya let meh-", I 'tart. "Stop dilly dallying around, and dispose of her already! I can't stand around here ALL DAY waitin' for you to man up!", me Da shouts. I slightly jump. Tha lass kicks Da's sword out o' me hand, causin' it ta soar inta tha air. She catches it as soon as it falls back down. She places tha tip o' tha blade o'er 'er midsection. "Here, let me make it, EASIER for ya.", she says. Me eyes widen as I take a 'tep back. She'll bleed out if I do tha'. "Go on then!", Da encourages from tha side. "Wha're ya doin', lass?", I ask 'er. This must be a trick, all part o' 'er twisted game. She probably knows I won' be able ta do it. She's probably just teasin' me. "I trust ya, Harry.", she says. I quirk me brow at 'er.
Hazel's POV:
Harry might be a 'VK', but he's not as EVIL as he'd like ta think he is. He wouldn' have been able ta ACTUALLY kill me. That much was made PRETTY clear after he barely even scraped my cheek. Regret, immediately, flashes across his face afterwards. He was assumin' I'd block his attack, which is precisely why I didn't. I'm puttin' a lot of TRUST in him at the moment, but it'll be worth it in the end. I send the sword clear through my stomach, then immediately retract it. "NO!", HARRY shouts while grabbin' the sword from me. I look down, and blood's just GUSHIN' out of my stab wound. I'll definitely bleed ta death in a few minutes if Harry doesn't help me. I hear the sound of metal, clank, ta the ground. Harry's hands immediately cover my wound in a, vain, attempt ta stop the bleedin'. "Why would ya-", Harry starts before daddy dearest comes stompin' over. "What're you doing?", Captain Hook snaps while yankin' Harry away from me. I'm definitely startin' ta feel all this, blood loss. "She'll bleed out if I don'-", Harry starts ta explain. Man, his dad REALLY loves ta, interrupt people while they're talkin'. "That's the whole point of stabbing someone! Honestly, sometimes I question if you're even a Hook.", Captain Hook sneers. I turn away from them, magic up a double sided throwin' knife, and hurl it at the ol' man's leg. He LOUDLY squalls as he falls ta the, ground. I throw my head back and cackle as Harry looks at me. "Well don't just stand there and gawk at her, help me up!", his dad angrily yells at him. His dad should really see someone for his anger issues, and maybe go ta a few AA meetin's.
Harry's POV:
I move ta help me Da up, when I hear a thump. I look o'er 'nd tha lass is on tha ground. Me eyes widen. NO NO NO NO NO. I run o'er ta 'er, 'nd there's blood e'erywhere. She looks like she pasted out. I've got ta get 'er some help, fast. "I told you to help ME, you fool!", me Da shoots from where's he's sittin'. Me Da'll live, but tha lass might not... I kneel down, 'nd lightly shake 'er. "Lass?", I whisper. "Harry! If you don't come over here and help me up right this moment!", Da threatens. I touch 'er neck, 'nd thankfully 'eel a pulse. It's really faint. Me Da'll kill meh 'or sure later, but I can' let 'er die 'or meh. She wouldn' be bleedin' out if she wasn' tryin' ta 'tand up 'or meh. Whether she's manipulatin' meh o' not, she 'till stood up ta me Da 'or meh. Somethin' me friends, 'nd not e'en me sisters o' Uncle Smee, would e'er do 'or meh. "You better get over here right this instant, you ungrateful brat!", Da yells. I hook 1 arm under 'er neck, 'nd tha other under tha back o' 'er knees. "ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO CHOOSE SOME SLUT YOU BARELY EVEN KNOW OVER YOUR OWN FATHER?!", Da screams. I gently lift 'er up, 'er head lolls ta tha side. I look back at me Da. "I'm not choosin' 'er o'er ya. She'll die if I don' help 'er, ya 'n tha other hand won'.", I say. I quickly run 'cross tha ship. "YOU'D DARE DISOBEY YOUR FATHER?!", Da screams as I run onta tha docks. Thank Hades Da can' chase meh at tha moment. Harriet can help patch him up. I would've 'ad 'er patch tha lass up, but I know Da wouldn' allow tha'. I run a few ships down, 'nd run up tha ramp o' Uncle Smee's ship.
He'll help meh, I know he will. He's patched meh 'nd me sisters up numerous times when we were young'r. "UNCLE SMEE!", I scream as soon as I board tha ship. I run ta tha door tha' leads 'low deck, 'nd kick tha door a few times with me foot. Squeaky 'nd Squirmy slowly open tha door 'nd peak their heads through tha crack. Great, 'ust what I 'eed. Me twin cousins 're so twitchy 'nd shy, not ta mention slow movin' at times. "I need ta see Uncle Smee, it's an 'mergency.", I quickly say. They shut tha door, 'nd 're hopefully runnin' back down ta fetch their da. I sigh 'nd impatiently tap me foot. "Ugh, I don' 'ave time 'or this!", I exclaim. I'm 'bout ta try 'nd open tha door with tha lass still in me arms, when Uncle Smee beats meh ta it. "Harry, it's good to see you, son! Squeaky and Squirmy that- oh dear!", Uncle Smee 'tarts'til he notices tha lass. "We need yare help, Uncle Smee, 'nd fast.", I plead. I really hope it's not ta late.. NO, it can' be ta late. It's only been a few minutes, she'll pull through. Uncle Smee ushers us 'nside, 'nd I bound down tha stairs 'nd inta tha livin' room. Tha twins 'tand near us, 'nd 'tart whisperin' ta each other. If it was anyone else whisperin' 'bout meh, I'd 'ave ta hook 'em, but tha twins whisper ta each other 'bout e'erythin' 'nd e'eryone. 'sides, they're ta youn' ta hook. "You can place her on the couch. Would you mind fetching the 1st aid kits while I take a look at her?", me Uncle asks meh. I gently place 'er 'n tha sofa, then run ta tha toilet ta get ta kits. I rip tha cab'net door open, snatch tha kits, then sprint back ta tha livin' room.
I had Uncle Smee tha kits, 'nd he rips 'em all open. He tosses meh 'ome thick cloth. "Hurry now, and press that the stab wound, remember not to press too hard.", Uncle Smee intructs. I drop ta me knees, 'nd put tha cloth inta 'er wound. "Does the stab wound go all the way through to the other side?", me Uncle asks. I nod me head. "If that's the case, there might be internal injuries. Stitching her up on both sides might not be enough...", Uncle Smee trails off. I snap me head 'n his direction. "It'll be 'nough! It has ta be 'nough!", I snap. He 'ives meh a sad smile, 'nd pats me shoulder. "Ya at least 'ave ta try!", I exclaim. He swallows, then reluctantly nods. He fishes out 'nother cloth, and walks 'round ta tha other side o' meh. "Okay, raise her up a little bit so I can put this over the other side of the stab wound.", me Uncle says. I let go o' tha blood soaked cloth, 'n lift up tha lass just 'nough so tha' Uncle Smee can slide tha cloth under. Afta tha' I put pressure o' 'er wound 'gain. "She's bleedin' through tha cloth.", I say. Me Uncle runs out o' tha room, 'nd comes back a moment later with a load o' cloths. He tosses 2 ta meh, so I toss tha soaked 1 'nd replace it with tha clean ones. "We'll have to stop the bleeding 1st before we can even think about sewing up the wounds, but we might have to cauterize both sides instead of sewing them.", Uncle Smee says. Wha's cauterize e'en mean? I nod me head anyway. "Will she 'ave a bett'r chance if we do tha' 'stead o' stitchin' 'er up?", I ask.
Me uncle cleans 'nd patches up 'er cheek 'nd hand 'fore answerin'. "Most likely, yes. The only problem is, I'm not sure if any of her organs were pierced when she was injured. If any of them were, she'd need surgery to even have a chance, so it wouldn't matter either way.", Uncle Smee explains. We don' 'ave any hospitals 'ere, I don' e'en t'ink there's anyone o' tha Isle who knows how ta perform surgery. "Can' ya do tha surgery?", I ask. Me uncle immediately shakes his head. "I don't know the 1st thing about operating on someone, and I don't even have any of the proper medical equipment to go so.", he says. I bite me lower lip ta keep from screamin' in frustration. 'cause basically, we could do all tha' we can, 'nd she 'till might die. Why did she 'ave ta stab 'erself? Why did she 'ave ta push tha sword all tha way through?! "Just do whate'er ya can, please.", I mutter. Uncle Smee packs me back, 'nd nudges me out o' tha way. I rise ta me feet. Ugh, WHY SHOULD I CARE IF SHE LIVES O' NOT? IT'S NOT ME PROBLEM! I didn' ask 'er ta stab 'erself. I only just met 'er yesterday, 'er well bein's none o' me corcern. Me Da wouldn' care, me CJ wouldn' care, Harriet might but tha's 'cause she's ta nice. She's not a 'ery good VK, I 'n tha other hand, am 1 o' tha greatest VKs there e'er was. Villains don' show weakness, they don' FEEL thin's 'or people. I should've just left 'er ta deck 'bove deck o' me Da's ship, 'nd went 'bout me day. Least then I would've been rid o' 'er.
"You might want to step into another room for this, son. Burning flesh tends to smell.", Uncle Smee says. I wordlessly go 'bove deck ta get some fresh air. Why DO I care anyway? She's just some 'nnoyin' girl I was plannin' o' railin' tanight... I lean 'n tha a railin' 'nd look out ta sea. 'ure, she 'tood up ta CJ 'nd me Da 'or meh, but it's not like I asked 'er ta. I didn' ask 'er ta do anythin' 'n fact. She 'ad no problem hurtin' CJ o' me Da, but she ne'er once hurt meh. She e'en hurt 'erself 'nstead... Wha'd she tell meh tha' she trusted meh? Wha' was tha point o' tha'? Did she know I'd get 'er help, is tha' why she did it? She man'ged ta stop tha fight, 'nd get meh 'way from me Da at tha same time. I know me Da means well deep down, but he can be pretty evil when he's angry. He 'ends ta be 'ngry when he's drunk, 'nd he's usually always drunk. He 'eeps food 'n tha fridge 'nd tha lights 'n, with tha money we make tha' is. He doesn' 'ave a job like Uma's mom does, 'less ya count bookin' clients 'or us. Tha lass was bein' silly when she 'mplied tha' someone else was helpin' us out. Tha only extended family we 'ave is Uncle Smee 'nd his sons. Our Uncle's always been there 'or us, he used ta pop by e'eryday when we were youn' ta help me Da look afta us. He was there whene'er we needed him, 'nd he still is. He's willin' ta waste valuable 1st aid supplies 'n a lass he' ne'er e'en met just 'cause I asked him ta. He's 'as his own kids ta feed 'nd take care o' though, he can' 'ford ta pay 'or us as well. It's not like he'd e'en do tha' anyway, right? Wha' would be tha point o' us havin' clients then 'n tha 1st place? Da wouldn' make us do tha' if Uncle Smee was 'ready payin' e'erythin' off. He pays 'or his boozes with his own money, not ours. I clench tha railin' 'nd bite me lip. Tha lass was wrong 'bout tha', she has ta be.