Jax moved into the carriage with ease and he settled into the comfortable seat. Nice, he thought as his bottom felt the soft rich spring of the cushion. He felt good so even the cold eyes of mister fancy military boots didn’t bother him. March on boy, ride on. Jax was in the carriage after all.

He turned to the rich thick sweet voice of , well whoever she was right now, Ms Greene, and he let his mouth open but no sound came out. Where was he going? But before he stumbled out his answer the older man began to ramble on. There was something about his smooth cloudy eyes and teasing voice that Jax liked right away. The old man was spry and entertaining.

So the Oncle wanted to meet the ship that was now his home and love? He did? That made Jax’s eyes open wider and he wanted so bad to wink to Tante. But no, he would try hard to, to..oh to what...well to play this game.

He was getting ready to offer his name, no harm in that, when the gnarled hand came down on his book and the man was off again, talking with a slight joking sound that Jax liked. There were not many that could out talk Jax but this old man could sure give him a race. 

When there was finally a pause, Jax could not help but chuckle. “Well my kind observant rescuer Sir,” he kept the sea salt accent just because, once started might as well, “you do not let things pass by you now do ya? Good thing. Yes indeed. This fine lady in your care is privileged to have such a keen guardian, Sir.” 

He nodded his head in excess just to hide his laughter, “We barter we do, us who sail the seas, and you have given me a space on this fine ride so I give you an answer in return. Or a tale, as that might be." He turned his face to the older man, " It was one of those amazing nights that ends in your fine company. Guided by fate is all I can say.”

“You see I am Jax, to all who care to be friendly and Jozua to those who do not.” Jax chuckled again, “So Jax to you good Sir. I sail and guide because it was always just what I did and love. And because I do, I love and honor the moon and her night sky. Ah the things the lights of the night have told me, directed me to, shown me, I can only begin to explain “ Jax gave a sigh to help the story.

“Last night she directed me right into the clutches of a small wee boy who looks into the night just as I do.” Jax pulled his hand from the book and took hold of a piece of air, of nothing and yet something, to help his story. “Was it fate that lead me to him? Fate that directed the cut of those cakes?” Another sigh, “I think so.”

“This child’s eyes filled with wonder as I spoke of the moon and her splendor. For him I hunted and searched for this very special book for stars and science I pledged care and promise its safe return. But worth it for the guidance of a young boy to the sea and the sky.”

Jax paused a bit, “ I am at port for a time as we just docked and just stretched those sea legs. I ask not to return to the ship but to instead be dropped right where my night began at the Inn called Parakeets. For books.” Jax patted the book of Jesuit Astronomy and turned to look at the fine Ms Greene. “For the future of dreaming lads.”