Gut Reactions!

I need a hand - the Admiralty’s got me shippin’ folks to settle in the New World colonies. You and I know that if one o’ me crew be complaining o’ seasickness, I’ll have ‘em tossed overboard faster than ye can say “fish food”... but these settlers they’re bringing over are real landlubbers. They’re spewin’ their guts at every little pitch an’ roll - can’t even keep good rat meat down! Never seen ought like it. They’re not gonna make it if we don’t do somethin’.

This nurse I used to court, she swore by Leaves to fix the green stomach… But they’s not exactly easy to come by round here. The stuff grows in the South Americas, an’ the Spanish be shipping tonnes o’ it ‘cross the Atlantic. Catch ‘em en route, if ye can, and send the leaves my way. I’ll make sure the Admiralty rewards ye.

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