"Haha! Lord God bless! Spicy and fragrant barbecue, this is the delicacy of warriors and priests! If you add vanilla, cocoa, pineapple and tomat, it will be the real taste of hometown!..."

"What? The head of the big ship, you said that such expensive spices are a pity for barbecue? They should be used to cook porridge? Drink delicious porridge, that is the taste of hometown?..."

The night was dark and the bonfires were burning. Greasy venison roasted over the fire, sprinkled with a lot of spray

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