How I miss cooking at the inn. Fresh bread warm to the touch. Clean water pumped from the well. Freshly killed meats and even cheeses. The food on board the Sea Hawk, I fear, will grow old quickly. Both in age and in want. But it is predictable at least.
If you have any notion of being a sailor at all, you will do yourself a favor and try these foods before your feet leave land. You may think twice about a life at sea after just a few bites. If you can stomach that much.
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