Chapter SevenThe next day passed in much the same fashion. Jack was awoken early by the smell of bacon. After first noticing how stiff and sore he felt, he then realised how hungry he was. He had skipped dinner the previous night, opting instead to recover and sleep but now that decision was causing his stomach to grumble angrily.
Surprisingly, a night inside the house hadn't been too unpleasant. He had slept pretty well, despite the cold and the fact he had no bed. He wondered fleetingly where Kitto had slept as it seemed he had stolen his spot and his blankets.
Although his make-shift bed had been reasonably comfortable, getting up from it wasn't. He groaned to his feet and gingerly touched his eye which was swollen. Then he lifted his top and looked at his ribs. He whistled at the bru
