Chapter 70: THIRD POV.
It was the first time he had felt any kind of amusement since the whirlpool, and it felt like a pressure valve had been released.
The old man could do nothing but glare at him from his position. He huffed and turned his head away, muttering something about the "disrespectful youth of today" and how "the ocean should have kept him."
It took some time before Jacob gradually calmed down. He took a few deep breaths of the stale, salty air, letting the humor fade so he could focus on the task at hand.
He looked at the bars of his cage and then back at the man.
"So, Dinklehimer, you know how to sail a ship?"
The old man frowned, a look of confusion on his face due to the sudden question.
He turned back to look at Jacob, his eyes squinting in the dim light of the hold.
He hadn't expected the conversation to take such a practical turn.
