That first night, Francisco decided to sleep aboard the ship. The inns near the port were crowded almost every night; even with so many of them, it was nearly impossible to find a vacant room. They managed to reserve a few for the following days—just for a month—since Francisco had to remain in London until his meeting with the Prime Minister. Still, who knew how long that might take?
Ramiro came aboard later, smiling as he made his way to his cabin. Francisco, curious, asked,"Why are you so cheerful all of a sudden? I doubt your cabin brings you that much joy."
Ramiro's expression darkened for a moment, remembering the long weeks he'd spent sleeping in the captain's office. Then he shook his head."No, not that," he said. "You know this place is the heart of trade between England and her colonies. Can you imagine the variety of goods I can get here? I'd be a fool not to take advantage of it—and look at this."
