Chapter 121: THIRD POV.
Jacob let out a long, dramatic sigh, putting a hand on his hip and looking completely helpless.
He turned his eyes toward Flounder, a strange, mocking glint flashing in his gaze. "I'd really appreciate it if I had an extremely skilled cook to help me right now."
"Together, we could feed the entire deck."
Flounder's jaw clamped shut, his knuckles turning white as he realized exactly what Jacob was trying to do.
The first mate hadn't been slow because he was lazy; he had spent the last hour cleaning a dozen fish so that everyone, not just the princess, could have a feast.
If Flounder refused to help now, he would look like a selfish, heartless man in front of the little girl he was supposed to protect.
Jacob had used his own pride against him, turning his victory into a trap.
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"My big brother's a skilled cook!" Rebecca suddenly said, her small voice ringing out clearly across the quiet deck.
