Jack of All Trades, Master of None

Ye scurvey dogs be dockin at da beach te harvest natural foods fer da keen likens a yer appetites.  Be sure te be back at da ship befer noon scallywags, lest we be leavin without ya!

Oh!  Allison is harvesting some cool veggies off this neat-o tree here.  I wonder if she can teach me.  She harvests them then makes the most exquisite sandwiches to sell on the market.  I want to learn her ways– if only I could keep up with her in the store, I know she’s showing me things, but I’m distracted by the array of organic, exotic fruits and veggies on this little rotating rack here.  Impulse rack, I say, as I take bites out of each one and put them back.  That little red one tastes a bit like a pickle.  I wish I had the money to buy them, they are rather expensive.  There’s a special daily supplement that she takes and wants me to partake, but it looks like runny molasses and costs too much.

Damn, I missed the boat back.