The first mate would take stock of the stout Irish lad.   His glaze flickers a moment to the axe, then back to looking over Jacob and meeting his gaze.<br/><br/><em>"Find yourself a hammock down below and footlocker.   One share,  terms of service one year and one day.  See me in the morning and we'll see about your getting your mark on the ledger."</em><br/><br/>With that the first mate would turn and head once again to his cabin to retire.   Leaving Jacob to figure out how to get below deck on his own.