My dears, I present my most abject apologies. As you may have suspected, things have been a titch busy chez Blubridge.
Howsome-ever, I take virtual ostrich-quill pen in paw to advise that just this moment I spoke with real live Pensacolans, but alas! They were completely unaware of the existence of the first modern, major, general pirate novel set in their fair city, burg, village, and/or municipality.
They seemed like very nice, personable persons but I found the local accent rather impenetrable. Still, they meant well and seemed kindly enough, so I warned them of the presence of modern pirates still lurking about, and that they might find instruction, enlightenment, and amusement in that book wot Gus wrote. I do this in the spirit of community, fellowship, and the wish to crack on endlessly about piratical doings.
In other news of lurking pirates, I recently made note of the recent foray by Nelson into the realm of cookery. Unfortunately, due to the presence of heavy cream in the scallop dish, Mr. B. won't be able to enjoy it (or at least, not for long before having to visit the little buccaneers' room). And then I bethought me of that Western band of scurvy rogues, the Renaissance Privateer Dragons... and that their chieftain, Laktos the Intolerant, mought have a similar problem with the receipt also.
I wonder if simply omitting the cream would work? The remaining ingredients would make it a tomato-pesto sauce of a sort. Hmm.
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