In the spirit of Mocha Momma

In the spirit of Mocha Momma’s brilliant “Cuppa the Day“.

My Twining’s English Breakfast tea is steeped with the treacherous cold waters of the Cape. It is delicious and a deep red. Strong gusts of wind drive sheets of rain across the deck. The gabble of the sailors fades in and out. A deckhand named “Wesley” brought me my tea. He has the face of a hogget.

With any luck, we’ll catch the Americans today and take their ship.

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