The galley had been very busy as of late and the surge in activity was a welcome site. A busy galley means a good cook and as a man that takes pride in his work I have been happy to see the results of my work enjoyed. The hours spent fishing with my father when I was a boy had resulted in tremendously good catches and everything seemed to be running rather smooth in my small wooden world of pots and pans. Since there was a momentary lull in work at the moment I poured myself a cup of tea and sat down to relax for a spell. My thoughts turned to the survivors now on board, “Wasn’t long ago I was plucked from the sea….” I thought to myself out load. If there’s a moment later I think I will go check upon the contents of my chest, it always seemed to cheer me up……