I was peeling potatoes sitting in the corner of
the galley and dropped the peeled potatoes
into a bucket, but while we were crossing
the Biscay bay, the ship lurched and the
bucket upended and there peeled potatoes
all over the floor, the cook was not pleased,
"pick them up, I have to boil them now, we
can't serve dinner without potatoes".
The cook, a big man with an enormous belly,
bent down to help picking them up and promptly
fainted. Cook and spuds sliding up and down
the wet galley floor. Four seamen came, carried
him on the deck, where he later recovered, and
I was left to cook a meal for the hungry crew.
