I drifted in and out of consciousness, biting back a groan each time the carriage hit a rough spot in the road.
He spoke the entire way, telling me of how he came to be on the road where he found me, of his life as a sailor, and of his hopes one day for a vessel of his own, but it drifted over my head.
Eventually we arrived at the rooming house, and he pulled the horse to a halt.
“Mickey, take Maude around to the stables, and then fetch Mr. West.” He tossed the boy child a coin. “Take a hackney. This rain is really starting to come down.”
“Aye, aye, Mr. Johansen.”
“You must not get involved…” I tried to warn him again as he bore me into the house.
“I am involved. I have been since I saw you fall out of that carriage and just miss being stepped on by my mare. Now, shush. I’ve sent for
