Dinner in the Galley

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Lately, when Friday evening is approaching, I've been longing for the company of my friends on the Ship. So sending a courier down to the docks, I secured a dinner invitation on board, with the Cook Pell and the Powder Monkey Lord Dylan. Climbing into my festive carriage blue, I know that many of you find that the evening roads are overburdened with carriages and caravans, and you might be reluctant to head down to the docks for an evening meal in the galley of the ship. Allow me to volunteer that I have found some of the fastest side roads across fair Cadiz. I've neatly avoided sitting in those congested main thoroughfares, and found wonderful lanes through rolling hills that move smartly along.

I'm also happy to say that dinner in the Galley was quite yummy, as expected. Our cook presented beef ribs in a dark rich sauce, fish in the same rich sauce, a pot of cooked grains (hearty and warm), a giant pan of greens and mushrooms of a most appealing nature. We had candles, wine, and bread, and besides Dylan, Pell, and myself -- Mistress Miryam and the lord Adam came to join us at the table. All this amazing spread, matched with a lovely sparkling rose-petal drink prepared by our galley cook -- we were eating a meal for Kings and Queens, he tells us. There was even salt for the table -- I must remember to compliment the Captain, we've got the richest galley in the Caidan waters.

And in spite of rumors to the contrary, if you miss the last step when you walk down into the hold, you don't actually break your arm completely off, and the services of our Doctore will not be required afterall. No need for the leechs nor the saw to cut off any limbs. My scraps and abrasions will fade rapidly, I'm certain. I just won't be hoisting large pallets of resupply materiel around the port for a week or two.

Since I was a bit light-headed and unable to manage the reins on my carriage, the men of the ship prepared a comfy pallet for me for the night. This morning I climbed back into my festive carriage blue, and returned to the Villa. It was a lovely dinner, and worth every effort.

Now Master Niccolo and our sweet Powder Monkey Dylan have climbed aboard a fast carriage to the Shire of the Isles, and I've retired to the Villa for some Coffee Bar of Splendoor and an afternoon with the Bosun.

I love my Ship!