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Some Things Never ChangeJim doesn't normally faint.
No, he definitely doesn't.
But this was not a normal day.
By any means.
Today, he woke up with sweaty hands a sick and twisted stomach.
It was probably last night's stew.
It was also likely related to that ridiculously vivid nightmare of Scroop shredding him and the rest of the crew alive.
He'd never look at that ax crazy spider psycho the same again.
And so Jim was most definitely not ready for what lay under an old gray cloth on the galley counter.
"Ah, Jimbo, how lovely ta see ya up so nice an' early! The quicker we c'n get t'ese tings done t'day," the galley cook greeted cheerfully.
"Hn," Jim grunted in return.
"Well, someone got off on the wrong side o' de hammock today, eh?" Silver chuckled.
The boy declined to comment.
"Well, let's get a move on, den, and you c'n mope around after."
Jim rolled his eyes and started walking to the sink to start on coffee for the Captain and Arrow.
Silver continued, "Right, you c'n go ahead and take dat tra
Jim Hawkins: Solarsurfer. Hero. Cashier? Chapter 5Lesson Four: We Do Not Discriminate
Day two of Jim's new job brings him in front of Robert, who's asking him to cover the fitting room.
"But isn't that a girl's job?" he asks incredulously.
"Jim, Jim, Jim," Robert shakes his head. "We at Stevenson's strive for a workplace that is free from sexism, racism, and any and all other discrimination."
"Oh, of course, I'm sorry," Jim makes a mental note to never say what he is thinking when he's at work. "It's just, well, I've never done it before, and . . . well, if a girl asks me her opinion I'm not gonna know what to say, you know?"
"Jim, I would never subject you to such torture alone. Yet. Mori's going with you, of course," Robert smiles.
Great. More embarrassment.
And did he just say yet?
"Uh, ok. Cool."
"Alright, so everything needs a size, a hanger, and needs to be buttoned and/ or zipped. In other words, it needs to be perfect!" Mori says as she takes a garment and hangs it up, double checking the size before placing it
Jim Hawkins: Solarsurfer. Hero. Cashier? Chapter 4Lesson Three: Expect the Unexpected
"Mister Hawkins, I must say that I never knew you were working at Stevenson's." Amelia glances at Mori before turning back to Jim.
Jim manages to recover enough from his shock to form a few words. "Yeah, well, I never knew you shopped here."
"On the occasion," she says with a slight gesture of her hand. In her other hand she holds four little coats by the hangers.
"Well, actually, I just started today. I'm training," Jim looks over at Mori, hoping that she'll take a hint and take over the transaction to save him from inevitable embarrassment.
Nope, it looks like she doesn't get hints.
"Well, that's splendid. Finally got something to do other than sleep and solarsurf, and something that actually pays. Glad to see you're slowly maturing, James."
Jim's face is burning now. Nevermind the fact that she's right, it's downright humiliating that she's saying all of this in front of Mori. "Well, thanks, I guess."
"Indeed. Now, are we gonna stand here a
Jim Hawkins: Solarsurfer. Hero. Cashier? Chapter 3Lesson Two: Talk to Strangers
"Alright, so the first thing we always do is greet the customer. Hi, how are you today?"
"Fine." This customer doesn't exactly seem to be excited to be practiced on.
Jim nods dutifully as his trainer, a chipper Felinid named Mori, explains her every action.
"Then you ask if they have our e-card. Do you have our e-card?"
"No, I don't. Is it free?"
"No, there's a fifty gold annual fee-"
Unphased, Mori continues, "Ok, next you take their merchandise and start ringing it up. See, I hold it like this, and . . ."
Jim continues to nod and strongly suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. Come on, give a guy some credit, here.
The customer, however, represses no such urge. For added effect, a small huff is given. "Um, I'm kinda late for work."
"Oh, totally, I understand. Happens to all of us. I was late this morning, in fact!" Mori smiles as she slowly demonstrates folding a pair of pants for Jim to see.
"No, I mean, can you hurry up? I don't
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