Was he in a jail? As his thoughts dwelled on that eventuality he drifted back off to sleep.The next time Jack was able to open his eyes he was a bit m...re oriented as to time and place. He now realized that his body was shaking off the effects of the anesthesia he was given for his operation and he was probably in the recovery room. He had no idea of how long he had been there or how long it had been since his surgery was completed. Jack could see the plastic IV tubing snaking down from. “Excellent, Helmsman bring us in to port” I said.“Aye Aye captain” he repliedWe was heading for the port of Bristol here we would resupply take on some new crew, hand over the prisoners and a portion of the loot to the local authorities and see if there is any news we can get about our prey.I waited out the rest of the slow journey to port in my private cabin it was a small room a not uncomfortable bed in the corner a large desk in the middle of the room which took up most of the space. The owner of the house was an ex-army officer. Since he was an army person he was having a great figure, He was 6.3” tall with long moustache. He was really a handsome man who I thing would be at his late 40. He was a nice gentleman in behaviour. He was a widower. He had a unmarried doughter who was about 26 years. She was working as a teacher in high school.We had no freeze, the owner asked us to keep our vegetables in their freeze. On one morning Bhabi told me to bring some vegetables which. "She nodded as if that was sage."But the younger guys would prefer a fully loaded Denoto's pizza." I threw in a little snicker to punctuate.I wont bore you good readers with the rest of the details. That is other than her tour of the house only added to her impression that I had not only 'made it' but had great taste, besides. I didn't bother telling that my 'taste' was more to do with being too lazy to furnish it, while buying the furnishings with the house was a lot easier.We had a nice chat.