Namur snorted a chuckle. "If y' was gonna get sick by it y' wouldn'a made up sushi. Or sashimi or ceviche. The hell's with all the raw fish shit startin' with s sounds anyway? Damn, now I gotta talk t' Zeff. 'S gonna bug the shit outta me." He turns and points at her. "Zeff's the cook, by the by. Ace's captain, Thatch's co-cap, Marco's first mate an' I got bosun. Ain't got many rules an' one a the big'ns is be yerself an' do what y' want, but that don't mean there ain't a peckin' order, catch me?"
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