Not what you had expected

You are up early the next morning. You pace the room anxiously while Buchi stays in bed, only getting up to vomit outside. You had expected your new employer to be up by the crack of dawn, like back in England, but he seems to be taking his time. The room feels like it's getting smaller and smaller as you walk back and forth, slowly driving you crazy until you hear a knock at the door. You rush to open it and see the Scotsman on the other side. "Mornin' young 'un. You two sleep well?" You nod and quickly express your thanks, nervous energy causing you to fumble your words. The short man laughs. "I kin see yer excited to get to work. I would be too" he says with a hearty laugh. You are excited to prove yourself and finally get a bit of security in your life, but you don't see what would be exciting about picking tobacco. Grueling yes, exciting no. "Don't worry Mr. Robinson, I'm used to working on an estate. I'll be the best tobacco picker you've got!" He laughs again, a bit more mocking this time, and wipes a tear from his eye. "Tobacco? You think I'd set you up in me own house to have you pick tobacco? Silly lad, I can see ye ain't too bright!"

You just look at him for a few moments, confused. "Well, what did you want me to do?" you ask plainly. Mr. Robinson sits himself down on a chair in the room and brings out a pipe, which he quickly lights. He takes a deep puff before continuing. "Let me ask you something instead laddy. Tell me, what do you think I see when I look at you? It's nae a trick question, jest try." You try to think of what he's getting at, but nothing comes to mind. "A man?" you say, dumbfounded. He gets up from his seat after a moment and walks over to you. "Nae jest a man. A big man from the isles, docile, and most important," he says, pausing to point to Buchi, "able to sow some oats. A great farmhand, aye! " he say, poking you in the gut with his elbow. "Now, I'm not jest looking for a farmhand. I'm looking fer a bunch, more than the population here can provide without havin' to entice em with ridiculous pay. So, I thinks to meself, slaves! But slaves are so expensive, in case you didn't know. I was lost fer what to do, until I saw you. I knew then, that I had found my perfect **** breeder!" You jerk your head back in surprise.

"**** breeder?!" Mr. Robinson nods sagely. "Aye. Much cheaper than buyin' them off the ships. Plus, I could probably sell the prettier and smarter ones off as house-slaves. I'd do it meself, don't you doubt that, but I'm jest too old lad. Not you though, yer perfect for the job. You'd get to keep your room, and I dare say the work wouldn' be half bad" he says, laughing again. "So, come on lad, jest say you'll do it."