Scurvy Rita, NPC's page

Ten minutes later Chell and her haul reach the small beach. Rita and a sailor roll over onto the coarse brown sand and joyfully toss it int he air. "T'ank ya."

The Captain lays motionless on the makeshift raft.

I believe Sargas is traveling today, so his posts will be sparse.

The sailor steps up next to Dirk and begins to talk. After sniffling. "I don't get off d'ship in Port...dragonsmoke tempts me, beyond me control. Nasty habit. Now if y'want to stay aboard and romp wit me till the ship pulls out I'm all for that." She flirtatiously puts her hand on Sawbones forearm.

"Y'better watch yer back doc..." she straightens up with a serious face, "if Cookie thinks yer takin' 'is job he'll take a hacket t'yer hand." She mumbels, "Cookie cooks." She gets up while chewing the rest of her fish. 'I'm not gonna tell 'im you want his job." She shakes her head.

Scurvy Rita, NPC wrote:

"Aye...git me plenty of greens...the mackrel off the mist island are green in color...taste like shyte unless y' get the large ones. Now, Anchor Bay has real large green mussels them be fine with budder and garlic." She offers.

David looks at the woman thoughtfully.

Still no further information via the scurvy sores – do I need a roll for that? I’m not sure, but if she’s missing half a tooth that doesn’t sound like scurvy, rather it sounds like a bad fight… But I’m not sure; plus garlic does have lots of vitamin C – often more than even oranges – but I don’t know how much of it she eats…

”Right – well, I mean greens like what I said – you know, chili peppers, red peppers are good too… How about fruit? You know, kiwi, guava, that sort of thing?” he adds, curiously.

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."

"Aye...git me plenty of greens...the mackrel off the mist island are green in color...taste like shyte unless y' get the large ones. Now, Anchor Bay has real large green mussels them be fine with budder and garlic." She offers.

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.

"Not bad...not bad." Inspecting the mended rope with her calloused hands.

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."