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I am a farmer at sea 60 sheep, 100 pigs, geese and ducks on departure These are frugal rations with the stew, army bread and beans No need to slaughter The beasts just die so there is always meat for the cook and the officers high above my smelly stable where I haul in the buckets from the sea and scrub the **** through the scuppers In the bunks, it is worse There is the world of the below deck of sweat, exhaust gases, and the rasping sick where you sink asleep in a pit full of poo and *** gasp for air and throw up brown tar
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
Farmer at sea
I am a farmer at sea 60 sheep, 100 pigs, geese and ducks on departure These are frugal rations with the stew, army bread and beans No need to slaughter The beasts just die so there is always meat for the cook and the officers high above my smelly stable where I haul in the buckets from the sea and scrub the **** through the scuppers In the bunks, it is worse There is the world of the below deck of sweat, exhaust gases, and the rasping sick where you sink asleep in a pit full of poo and *** gasp for air and throw up brown tar
Merchant shipping in the 18th century Collection “On living on”
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
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