My shoulders ached. The ship is massive now

So many things taste nice and while you’re enjoying it, you know that this sweet taste is going to fade very soon. There’s no need to chew any slower just because you are scared. Now comes the moment where they expect you to chew on bloody raw meat. How about that: Raw shark, pork or lamb or human, anything but ordinary fish (since that can be Sushi). I think once you’re starving, you’d bite into anything. Excuse me I was thinking of The Tales Of The Black Freighter. The words of the protagonist remind me a lot of Hamlet’s obsession with revenge and Othello’s mistrust and fear, probably even darker and fiercer. I like ruthless people who are good at heart, those who know who they are and what their job is and never give a second chance.