"Aye, I have many a recipe that uses them. If the Spanish are to be thanked for anything, those fruits are it." Narkissos then shook his head. "Such a shame that beef does not keep well. The two were made for each other."<br/>"It's th' burden fer us sailors, but Lime and Ribs does sound bloody tasty. Actually that big fish from th' gods is givin' me an idea! How about we dangle li'l Taszu from th' stern an' see if we don't catch a shark or two?" He let out another chuckle that could be heard throughout the bay. The authoritative tone of the First Mate seems to suck the air straight from his proverbial sail. "Oops, looks like the Boss is gettin' itchy to set sails. 'nuff lollygaggin', then!"<br/><br/>It wasn't the first time Fawkes had heard a roll call, but it never failed to give him shivers of excitement. "Ooh, I'm all tingly!" he muttered almost to himself. It was the sound of a new adventure ready to begin. To feel the helm pass on the gentle nudges from the rudder as the current caressed it like a tender lover and occasionally plowed the rudder like a cheap whore.  The sea was<i>Lion's Bastard</i>mistress, and it was Fawkes' duty to bring help the ship through her mistress' more fickle moments, and he looked forward to every minute of it. He directed the dockworkers to finish stowing the crates they were carrying in the hold, did a quick count, and smiled that the ship was less than a score shy of being fully supplied for the coming voyage.  "Arrigh'!" he roared at the deckhands through his wide grin. "Report on deck for roll!" He shouted to the deckhands as they secured their burden for the coming travels. "An' then I want th' last of the gear stowed in th' hold in one trip! Get hoppin'!"<br/><br/>Up on deck, he slapped the dust from his hands and surveyed the crew. "Helmsman Fawkes present!" he shouted at the appropriate time as his name was called from the list.  He happened to glance over to their navigator Blue, or "Li'l blue" as he'd taken to calling her. Normally she was as focused as a magnifying glass tied to a falcon, but today she seemed slightly frantic.<i>Well now, what's got her all in a tizzy?</i>he wondered as he lumbered over to his station at the Helm, and laid a massive hand on her shoulder as she scribbled and drafted and plotted across the sea charts.  "Yer awful nervous, li'l blue. Som'n 'bout our destination givin' ya th' frights?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>