Yes, of course. Take this passage from Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson:
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Ben Gunn," he answered, and his voice sounded hoarse and awkward, like a rusty lock. "I'm poor Ben Gunn, I am; and I haven't spoke with a Christian these three years."
I could now see that he was a white man like myself and that his features were even pleasing. His skin, wherever it was exposed, was burnt by the sun; even his lips were black, and his fair eyes looked quite startling in so dark a face. Of all the beggar-men that I had seen or fancied, he was the chief for raggedness. He was clothed with tatters of old ship's canvas and old sea-cloth, and this extraordinary patchwork was all held together by a system of the most various and incongruous fastenings, brass buttons, bits of stick, and loops of tarry gaskin. About his waist he wore an old brass-buckled leather belt, which was the one thing solid in his whole accoutrement.
"Three years!" I cried. "Were you shipwrecked?"
"Nay, mate," said he; "marooned."
I had heard the word, and I knew it stood for a horrible kind of punishment common enough among the buccaneers, in which the offender is put ashore with a little powder and shot and left behind on some desolate and distant island.
"Marooned three years agone," he continued, "and lived on goats since then, and berries, and oysters. Wherever a man is, says I, a man can do for himself. But, mate, my heart is sore for Christian diet. You mightn't happen to have a piece of cheese about you, now? No? Well, many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese--toasted, mostly--and woke up again, and here I were."
"If ever I can get aboard again," said I, "you shall have cheese by the stone."
They hardly ate fish. each little thing fit for human intake and drinkable grew to become into stored on board. Seafood grew to become into basically something greater, if the palms had some unfastened time to spare for fishing. interior the middle of the sea you will not discover that many fish to fish on. nutrition grew to become into non perishable - and not very tasty. Non perishable is something relative. In those days that grew to become into annoying tack. you ought to maintain it fit for human intake for many months, if not years. in case you had very reliable enamel and an excellent greater desirable abdomen. It grew to become into relatively popular to discover maggots in those biscuits... study the Horatio Hornblower books to get a reliable theory how existence grew to become into on board ships back then.
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Yes, of course. Take this passage from Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson:
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Ben Gunn," he answered, and his voice sounded hoarse and awkward, like a rusty lock. "I'm poor Ben Gunn, I am; and I haven't spoke with a Christian these three years."
I could now see that he was a white man like myself and that his features were even pleasing. His skin, wherever it was exposed, was burnt by the sun; even his lips were black, and his fair eyes looked quite startling in so dark a face. Of all the beggar-men that I had seen or fancied, he was the chief for raggedness. He was clothed with tatters of old ship's canvas and old sea-cloth, and this extraordinary patchwork was all held together by a system of the most various and incongruous fastenings, brass buttons, bits of stick, and loops of tarry gaskin. About his waist he wore an old brass-buckled leather belt, which was the one thing solid in his whole accoutrement.
"Three years!" I cried. "Were you shipwrecked?"
"Nay, mate," said he; "marooned."
I had heard the word, and I knew it stood for a horrible kind of punishment common enough among the buccaneers, in which the offender is put ashore with a little powder and shot and left behind on some desolate and distant island.
"Marooned three years agone," he continued, "and lived on goats since then, and berries, and oysters. Wherever a man is, says I, a man can do for himself. But, mate, my heart is sore for Christian diet. You mightn't happen to have a piece of cheese about you, now? No? Well, many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese--toasted, mostly--and woke up again, and here I were."
"If ever I can get aboard again," said I, "you shall have cheese by the stone."
They hardly ate fish. each little thing fit for human intake and drinkable grew to become into stored on board. Seafood grew to become into basically something greater, if the palms had some unfastened time to spare for fishing. interior the middle of the sea you will not discover that many fish to fish on. nutrition grew to become into non perishable - and not very tasty. Non perishable is something relative. In those days that grew to become into annoying tack. you ought to maintain it fit for human intake for many months, if not years. in case you had very reliable enamel and an excellent greater desirable abdomen. It grew to become into relatively popular to discover maggots in those biscuits... study the Horatio Hornblower books to get a reliable theory how existence grew to become into on board ships back then.
No, as it is hard to come by back then. And with being on the sea all of the time, it is mostly fish.
No. It blocks them up.
only with wine