Morning Practices, 17th Century...
Unless we're under attack I usually sleep until mid-afternoon.On those rare occasions that my slumber is disturbed I usually start the day by cursing God, heathen Spaniards, and all the French. If there be a wench sleepin' next me I'll practice me manners and ask her what her name be.
Then it's to the rhum keg. It's usually empty (see: cursing God).Then I'll see that my pistols are charged.If there be any dead folks in me cabin I'll call fer the ship's boy to tidy things up. After the breakfast grog arrives I'll ask the me first mate if she has any shiny new wymmin captives.If she says yea and they be free of the French Pox I'll invite them to breakfast. Assuming that the ships cook is sober enough not to set the bloody ship on fire we'll have bacon, eggs, and ale.If the cook be too drunk (Tuesday-Sunday) we usually break our fast with bread, fruit, cheese and wine.If our captives be cheerleaders we'll usually serve sangria.
750ml dry red wine
half cup o' white sugar
juice of a lemon
juice of an orange
-CS