After the harshness of the nightmares brought up into reality, Corsair was a breath of fresh air, almost with the feeling of one of his old colonies in the Caribbean. For the moment, he was doing some shopping for supplies. With a smaller crew not as much food was needed, that was true, but the work was harder, and it was harder on their clothes. And perhaps he was looking for a good jar of marmalade to lift his own spirits as well.