[ Thinking it over, Thomas decided to let Swede decide. Thank goodness that he hadn't needed to lie to save the poor ex-pirate. The lack of other pirates was also a relief. ]

Well, you could choose to sing here, and I could lay my hat down, for people to pay you. Or you could come with me to buy a tent, like the one I live out of, and a bedroll? Or we could go to my tent, pick up some towels there, and go wash at the fountain.

[ A tent cost more than Thomas really wanted to spend, but they were not sharing a tent together. Hopefully, Swede could make enough, with his singing, to buy his next meal for himself, but Thomas was also willing to share, there, as well. He supposed he'd acquired a companion, oddly. At least for the next little while. He missed the woman who'd initially rescued him, when he'd found himself alive again. Remembering how afraid he'd once been, and feeling the Swede's stronger grip on his hand, Thomas squeezed a bit in sympathy and solidarity. ]