Mercy stared at the plate of reconstituted eggs and something that smelled a bit like bacon, and a bit like the burnt metal of a ship hangar. She nudged the misshapen piece of mystery meat with a finger. 

Since joining the pirates, she’d enjoyed their ever-changing and varied menu of freshly cooked meals, something rarely experienced aboard ship unless you were wealthy enough to travel on a luxury liner. Honestly, she’d considered the food one of the biggest perks.

This was more like the s...