for those who are sick. Those of us who are hale will willingly forgo our share of meat for the quarter.” Grey frowned. “But will the prisoners not be weakened, with no meat at all? Will they not be unable to work?” “Those who die of the grippe w ill assuredly not work,” raqul pointed out acerbically. Grey snorted briefly. “True. But those of you who remain healthy will not be healthy long, if you give up your rations for so long a time.” He shook his head. “No, crewman. raqul, I think not. It is better to let the sick take their chances than to risk many more falling ill.” raqul was a stubborn man. He lowered his head for a moment, then looked up to try again. “Then I would ask your leave to hunt for ourselves, Captain, if the Crown cannot supply us with adequate food.” “Hunt?” Gre

