David "Dirk" Hawkins wrote:
You didn't ask her about scurvy sores. She answered your question regarding greens.
"Cookie cooks." She uses the smoked peppered fish s a spoon. her gums look healthy enough, the tooth you figured was cracked by a blunt object. She spits through the open tooth. "Lots of fruit but it gives me gas."
A mousy crew member comes up to Dirk and plops down next to him, She produces some dried smoked halibut out of flat leaf paper. She offers some to the surgeon. "Y'gentle hand, ye do. Try the fish...smoked it meself with 6 peppers, me own receipt." She smiles, missing an incisor and half a front tooth, "Name's Rita...folks call me scurvy."
This happend while Dirk is eating and before he gets up. I'll hold off with the other answers until this plays itself out.
The men scurry up the rigging getting ready to drop the last two sails, folks one of the deck coil and coil rope. "Missy if y'can give me a hand wit these ropes that be useful." She begins to show how to coil and stow the lines. "See 'ere this line is frayed, needs mending or it'll snap under strain."