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@@ -11,7 +11,43 @@ Kids in the rigging, unfurling and reefing sails, what that's like. More about t
 
 scene where ko is lighting incense for the kami and the catholic priest doesn't like it, threatens him, anti-catholic scene there threat of violence from papa or maybe tamba
 
+Agave sisalana, Sisil, agave rope
 
+Seen with stock fish, lulu is ounding it with a hammer in time with the lufting of the sail. "Chave you caught anything yet?" she yelled to birdie who was sitting on the railing, watching her, carving a fogure that was to be henri's solstice gift. She stood up and looked out at the line. "No. Keep pounding." She smiled at Lulu. Lulu stuck out her tongue, but went back to pounding the fish. 
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+"You're the one who wanted to learn to cook."
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+"I didn't know I'd be beating fish with a hammer because we can't catch a fish."
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+"There's salt pork you know."
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+"Tamba says we're saving it."
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+"For what?"
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+Lulu shrugged. She was the galley apprentice now, with both Tamba and Kobayashi showing her how to cook, but mainly making her do the jobs they did not want to do and covering it under the guise of having her learn. Like anyone needed to learn how to hit a fish with a hammer.
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+"How long do you have to pound that fish board thing?"
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+"Stock fish."
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+"Whatever, how do you know when it's... whatever it is?"
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+"I don't know. I just know that Tamba said if I didn't want to pound it I could sit by the stove and tend it it for four days, because if you don't pound it, that's how long it takes to cook."
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+"Why has it been dried into board fish again?"
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+"Stock fish. Not board fish."
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+"Whatever."
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+"So it won't rot."
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+Birdie wrinkled up her nose. "You sure? Smells like it's rotten to me."
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+Lulu could not really argue with this. It was pretty much the worst thing she'd ever smelled other than the bilge. She was dreading eating it, but Tamba said it cooked up well. o
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+But it turns out to be mild and good when she cooks it up. You can't judge a fish by it's dried carcus.
 
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