Willard turns to the table, and sits at it; he grins. "Won't be too long now." he muttered, picking a small bone from the ground and crunched on it. "I'll take you on, ole' man. Just you wait. hihihihi." he chuckles.
The mess hall located on the second lower deck is filled with people either eating or gambling; a strange stew is on the menu, with one ship's biscuit per person. Rocco, Fabre and Dotorre sit at a table in the near side. All three are in a discussion.
"Well shit." Rocco moaned. "Turkey Burgoo again. We've got all this new stuff from port, why don' we use that!?"
"Don't yip Rocco." Fabre sighs. "The boss does nuff of that. We ain't gonna just waste our rations on big feasts y'know."
"Still," Dotorre muttered. "would be nice to have stuff other than burgoo. Stuff's deficient in vitamins n all that shit." the trio continued to talk. Garret ate burgoo with larger chunks of turkey meat in it at a separate table.
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