Chapter ONE - Weebly

“I was noticing that. I think I’m glad I don’t have a
looking glass.”
“I have one,” Henry told him. “I can get it if you like.
Ya don’t look so bad. Probably feels worse than it
looks.”
“Aye, probably. My thanks, Henry.”
The cooper finished cleaning him up, and then
opened the rum and poured a bit onto a clean cloth.
“Is that necessary?” Ethan asked.
Henry shrugged. “They say i’ keeps away infection.”
“I’m going to smell like a distillery. People will think
I’ve been drinking.”
“I’d drink if I looked like you do,” Henry said,
cackling.
Ethan frowned, but then gestured for the cooper to
use the rum.
Henry leaned forward and began applying the
soaked cloth to Ethan’s various cuts.
Ethan spent the next several moments inhaling
sharply through his teeth again and again. “Damn!” he
said after the sixth or seventh time. “Do you have to use
that much?”