His back ached and his stomach churned. Mortimer was sure that if he was not dead yet, then he likely would be soon. And considering this to be his fate, he asked his companions the most logical question that could be asked.
“Since we’re not dead and it’s breakfast time: Where’s my sausage?”
sausage
Killgrew slapped Mortimer across the back, causing him to cough and choke. “Ye’ scurvy bastard!” He jerked his head toward the galley and addressed Cowlick and Syd. “Get the old sea dog a sausage. Get him all the vittles he can ram into that cavernous muzzle of his!”
Then he pressed a bottle into Mortimer’s hand. “Drink up ye half-perished vomitus ballast pig! The day is for livin’ for tomorrow, the sea herself could claim us yet!”
Killgrew tore away from the three and sauntered across t
