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Jim has just let go of his mother's hem for a moment though she did always say he shouldn't, not on market day, but then she's turned down a corridor like she was trying to get away and the smell of baking was so lovely that Jim felt he could just float away down to the baker's. That was when he met Peter.
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Peter was only meant to leave him for a moment, there on the crow's nest, swinging to and fro above the waves, but Peter must have forgotten.
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He writes his name as Jas. now. He remembers everything.