<strong>Earlier in the Brig:</strong><br/><br/>"Sorry, Mas- Mister Phil.  Master Captain is right strict about it, and I don't want to forget.  No, sir, that wouldn't be good."  Calling him Mister was hard, real hard, now that she'd been broke of it.  She was always worried she'd slip up, or someone would overhear and tell Braxton and then there'd be the collar or the cane to pay due.<br/><br/>When Phil leaned to look past her, Elfi could smell him.  He always smelled good, even when he smelled like a man who'd done a day's work.  A little bit of leather, musk of course, and the smell of his hair.  She also thought there was a hint of tooth powder.<br/><br/>"No, no one else is here," she said quickly.  "Mya done gone somewhere.  Maybe you heard me singing to myself?  I know lots of old songs and sometimes I sings them while I work.  That's what it was," Elfi offered.  "Can I do you something, Mister Phil?"