"Rorschach, want some?" The Dwarf came down holding some fluffy white bread, with a strange, deep-red item in his other hand.
"Offal pudding"—a strange concoction of minced organs and blood stuffed into a casing and boiled.
Although the Rorschach of his past life would have welcomed any glorious combination of cholesterol, fat, and protein, he simply couldn't stomach the sight of this chaotic-looking dish.
"I'll pass." Rorschach took two small wooden chests from his Storage Ring, both from the captain's cabin. One contained biscuits; Rorschach pried it open and began munching on a few, washing them down with water from his Water Creation Skill. The contents of the second chest made Singrev's eyes light up—it was Pirate's Rum.
The juice of a crop called "sweet stalk" was the raw material for white sugar. The remaining pulp, which still contained sugar, was then used to brew alcohol—the very same Pirate's Rum that was all the rage at sea.
