THE GREAT SEA FEAST

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THE GREAT SEA FEAST

Marking the end of the harvest, the end of the hunt and the beginning of winter, the great sea feast is a week-long affair held during the end of November. It’s a time for the Corsairs to celebrate their accomplishments as they wind down for the year, and enjoy one last major party before the lean months of winter begin.

The celebration is a raucous affair held aboard Flotsam, with members of the other factions cycling in and out as their duties permit to ensure every Corsair, no matter where they are positioned, can enjoy at least 2 days of sustained partying.

The Feast is also a chance for the chefs and brewers of the Crimson Corsairs to really strut their stuff. New recipes are constantly being rolled out during the Feast as the Corsairs experiment with the wealth of sea monster meat returned from the hunts. This is also the first event in which the Vault unveils the newest crops developed in their underground farms. As the Empire is usually busy with their own harvest, they tend not to attack, although in order to ensure safety the fleet will usually break apart and hold scattered feasts in multiple areas, activating temporary Crimson Portals to allow easy access between the fleets.

The Feast

The plates are set with the finest creations the hunt has made available. A sumptuous spread including some rare delicacies such as kraken tentacles, leviathan filets, and sea dragon gizzard are gathered together in tantalizing arrangements and preparation methods. Seasoned with some of the finest herbs and spices from the gardens of Elysium and the underground farms of the Vault, one can barely turn without catching sight of a new, mouth-watering delicacy.

The Grog

The Grog flows freely during the Great Sea Feast, and in varieties new, exciting, and extremely flammable. The alcoholic content of Corsair grog is generally agreed to be on an entirely different level from those legal within the Empire, so those who hope to imbibe with a Corsair had better have an adamantine liver if they wish to make it out alive. And during the Great Sea Feast, barrels of the newest Grog concoctions are broached to celebrate the turn of the season. The grog sampled here will be reflective of what Corsairs can expect in the next year, so best figure out which ones agree the most with your stomach because you’ll be drinking it for quite some time yet to come.

Behind the Scenes

Although it is important that every Corsair gets to truly enjoy the festival, there is constant work behind the scenes to keep it running smoothly. All Corsairs are mobilized to help with organizing, serving, and stocking during the party. The typical agreement among the Corsairs is a person can spend 2 hours off-duty and enjoying the party for every one hour they spend working it, and there is no shortage of enthusiastic but questionably skilled volunteers every year. Whether it’s coordinating or just working in the trenches, even the workers are having the time of their lives. And, most importantly, volunteers also gain access to free grog while on the job, a continuously questionable decision that never fails to give the party an air of the unexpected as inebriated volunteers weave their way through the crowds.

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[tisfinished]

The Feast: Apple Pie Ice Cream with Caramel Sauce, Cherry Ice Cream with Pistachio Brittle, and Honeyed Mint Lemonade Sorbet

Senshi, of course, had been cooking up a storm with an army of volunteers.

His side dishes are appetizing and his mains made of sea monster make impressive centerpeices, but it’s the ice cream he made that he’s proudest of.

“Atom suggested this spiced apple flavor,” he said, “and mentioned he only had it in pastries, so I added a crumbled butter crust garnish. Cherry and pistachio are classics, and the mint lemon is for folks who have trouble with milk - or want something bright and acid to clear the palate. Dig in, we got plenty!”


The Grog: Hot Coffee, Ginger-Grape Punch and Mulled Apple Juice

Free flowing grog is all well and good for adult sailors who can hold their liquor, but this doesn’t even describe most of Flotsam, though Flotsam would refuse to admit it, and Senshi knows that well.

Which is why he slipped in a trio of alternatives that folks could take - a jug of hot coffee, a refreshing fruit punch, and a mulled apple heavy on warming winter spices and oranges.

He pretends it’s for kids and teetotalers, but hopes some folks trying to escape the obligation to drink into a stupor switches to one of his brews with no one the wiser.

Grog Alternatives

[purplexing]

Donnie's perhaps become known for being notoriously picky about the things he ingests, but if there's one thing he'll never turn down, it's coffee. His life prior to the Empire and the Corsairs had been free of it and he's not sure how he'd ever gotten by without.

He's witnessed enough of the effects of fermented drinks to steer clear of them, not that the smell had really much appeal to him. So it's really no surprise to find the young turtlekin slipping between the revelers, clutching a mug as he makes way to where the coffee jug has been set up. While he surely can't fault anyone for enjoying themselves, he's never much liked all the noise and the crowd of bodies around him. Maybe if no one's passed out under there already, he'll hide under the table.

[newmemorywhodis]

Link, of course, absolutely demolishes the feast. He makes his way through the array of dishes with a focused intensity that's usually reserved for battle, refusing to let anything go untasted.

But when he's not eating ungodly amounts of food...Link hangs back. Sticks at the edge of the party, back against the wall. The quieter spaces, far from the centre of the action.

And there Link just watches, content to be a wallflower. In a battle he's always one to jump right into the thick of the things. But at a party, it seems Link would rather remain on the outskirts.

[lightnovelexperiences]

As would the foxkin cleric from Mundus. Odd that Deedee would be a wallflower, as she's generally outgoing and vivacious.

"Never knew what to do at these parties," she offers to him. "Wasn't much of a dancer back... back home."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link gives her a faint little wave, as she approaches. And then pauses, thinking about dancing back home.

Technically, Link did learn how to dance. All knights had been expected to learn at least a few basic dances, so they wouldn't be an embarrassment to the Kingdom at the court. But he had never really enjoyed that kind of dancing. It was too regimented, too stuffy. Too public. A thing to be endured rather than enjoyed.

Or better yet, avoided entirely. Usually by agreeing to be one of the guards. Maybe that's why Link still stuck to the walls now; at this point, it was habit.

"Could watch?" He suggests. Come be a guard too, Deedee.

Wild Card: Going Through the Motions

[theriflespiral]

Natalia had spent the better part of four days helping out at the Feast, as a matter of course. She had, in fact, helped get ingredients where they needed to be (often by being a strong back that could traverse decks easily), saved the occasional meal from being burnt, and all of it with the easy air of someone who had no trouble at all descending heroically and being off again.

However, it was at this point that the rest of her crew had told her to take the rest of the feast off. They had even let her take something resembling a dress, though she'd modified it to be better for potential swashbuckling.

Still-- how did you even begin? She looked at the food in front of her (alarmingly good) and sipped at the various bits of grog (most of which made her blanch; she already tended to mix the grog with water).

She found herself going through the motions of dancing, but feeling nothing in particular, though there was a certain mathematical beauty in the music, aesthetically pleasing if loud and occasionally conflicting from different parts of the admittedly large floor.

Though, of course, there was always conversation with her various dance partners. This was a line dance, even if a bit more of a drunken squiggle than a line.