Captain Jackson and his seafood stand

Sugar Cane Juice

In the Market

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I was sitting at the fountain, watching the people at the night-market and noticed that my silent shadow, my little mute companion who had sat next to me and watched me for an hour, had disappeared. I could not tell if he had been gone long.

No later than I realised he was missing, he came back with a wallet in his hand. He sat by my side, counted the money and smiled a devilish grin.

Let’s call him Aladdin.