Oyster lunch

oyster lunch

The captn' climbed aboard and tossed a burlap bag full of oysters my direction and said, "make me some lunch." He had just rowed the ships dingy back from Witless Bay. I followed him to his quarters hoping to get some more on what he wanted me to do with the said bivalves. He slung his coat onto the back of the Chinese lions head chair, rubbed his arms through his wool sweater, lit his pipe and shivered. " Damn cold wind, where is that idiot first mate." I knew he was mad. These cold north winds caused him to come up short of Saint John's, that and the first mates getting lost while the captain slept. He knew why I was following him, "something hot!" Stick to you ribs spicy, make your nose run and head sweat, is the direction I went, no fancy mignonette sauce on a cold day like today, only good hearty sea fare.

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