@captainblackcandles
It had been a rough day for Jiminy. His parents would not be pleased with the minuscule amount of money heād been able to collect. They would want at least twice of what heād earned, and he already knew what was coming when he went back to them. They would call him lazy, or weak-willed, and say he could have gotten more money if he tried harder.
The truth was, they were partially right. But how could Jiminy force himself to steal from peasants who were already having trouble saving up enough coins to survive the winter? Simply, he couldnāt. Jiminy couldnāt condemn another just to satisfy his parentsā greedy desires.
However, he could steal from the wealthy, and the man he spotted up ahead on the docks was certainly that. From his outfit to the way he held himself, Jiminy could tell he had more than enough money to spare. He might even have enough money to stop Jiminyās parents from lecturing him.
Jiminy walked close to the man, swiping his coin purse without any difficulty. He pocketed it, and prepared to make his escape, when someone grabbed his arm. Not his mark; but someone who had been walking behind him. Jiminy recognized this man; he worked at the docks.
āHey, sir, this man just took something from you! I saw him do it!ā Jiminy tried to make himself appear as small as possible. This was the last thing heād wanted; and even worse now that he was in danger, he was paying much more attention to the manās weapons; a sword and a hook. If this man wanted to; he could punish Jiminy harshly for his crime.
















