Zeff (
redfootzeff) wrote in
piratejournal2014-08-07 08:40 pm
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5th Course [Written // Voice // Action for Spade Pirates]
[Written]
Don't forget lots of citrus in the next port. Last place didn't have much. Scurvy is not an option.
Birds need more variety. Running low on fruit in general, and only so many ways to prepare vegetables and bread.
Use last of calf guts for chum. Starting to show sig
[Voice/Action]
[Zeff abandons the journal mid-word once his little crew has gathered, forgetting to close it so people can overhear the old chef railing at them.]
[He's mighty displeased at the moment as he stands in front of the galley crew of the Moon. It's obvious that he's trying to hold off on the kicking heads in due to there being so many ladies in the galley this month. (He suspects this was on purpose to prevent concussions.) He holds up a cast iron skillet which is now partially rusted.]
I found this soaking in the dish water. For the last damn time, the cast iron doesn't get soaked or soaped! The damn surface is ruined, and we'll have to sand off the rest and re-season it before we can cook with the shitty thing. Even better, we're going to have to re-work what's being served since we can't use it until that's been done!
[He smacks the skillet down on the counter, glaring at his galley crew. If he ever finds out who's responsible, it's going to either be a scathing lecture or a swift kick to the skull.]
Today's kitchen assignments are going to be shuffled around to compensate. If you don't like where you're at, deal with it.
Don't forget lots of citrus in the next port. Last place didn't have much. Scurvy is not an option.
Birds need more variety. Running low on fruit in general, and only so many ways to prepare vegetables and bread.
Use last of calf guts for chum. Starting to show sig
[Voice/Action]
[Zeff abandons the journal mid-word once his little crew has gathered, forgetting to close it so people can overhear the old chef railing at them.]
[He's mighty displeased at the moment as he stands in front of the galley crew of the Moon. It's obvious that he's trying to hold off on the kicking heads in due to there being so many ladies in the galley this month. (He suspects this was on purpose to prevent concussions.) He holds up a cast iron skillet which is now partially rusted.]
I found this soaking in the dish water. For the last damn time, the cast iron doesn't get soaked or soaped! The damn surface is ruined, and we'll have to sand off the rest and re-season it before we can cook with the shitty thing. Even better, we're going to have to re-work what's being served since we can't use it until that's been done!
[He smacks the skillet down on the counter, glaring at his galley crew. If he ever finds out who's responsible, it's going to either be a scathing lecture or a swift kick to the skull.]
Today's kitchen assignments are going to be shuffled around to compensate. If you don't like where you're at, deal with it.

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