Serenica treated her nerves to a vast display of different injuries and infections. The crew sure knew how to acquire them. The four Johns were but a prelude – with Gadfly fully and completely healed, there were still many with syphilis symptoms, a few who had had a mild fever for days, and of course, plenty of those with scurvy. Serenica wondered how that was even possible as the kitchen was armed with magically preserved lemons.
"They taste awful once they've been put in jars!" Seppei defended his poor life choices.
Serenica considered tying him into a chair and forcing the fruit down his throat.
She tasted the lemons. It was true – Spade was no master of preservation. Perhaps all of his magical capabilities were spent on getting the dead to chat nicely with him.
"If you're having difficulties with them, I can give the boys some advice," the Admiral said. He had walked in without knocking, a pipe in hand, blowing smoke into her little workspace. "They will listen to me."
