I use a soiled towel for my ablutions, the very towel that was on my person when I was cruelly kidnapped just days ago. My anxiety provokes a terrible need to relieve myself, but my chamber pot threatens to spill with every lurch of this damned craft. Sleep is impossible the swells churn my stomach, and my heart scrambles to free itself from my throat. Meanwhile, I am taking refuge in these blank pages, to make note of my captors’ physiognomy and to list their atrocities that they might be brought properly to justice, but most of all to clear my head, for it is by God’s mercy alone that I have not been driven mad by what I have seen and endured. I have no intention of cooperating for long indeed, I hope to have a plan of escape soon. I have been afforded a quill and a logbook only after insisting that measurement and notation are crucial to the task before me. The nub of a candle casts quaking light on my damp chamber. Bespeckled with blood, surrounded by enemies, and bound on a dark course whose ultimate destination I cannot fathom-I am not brave. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.
Eli Brown has crafted a uniquely entertaining novel full of adventure: the Scheherazade story turned on its head, at sea, with food. Apples, the fearsome giant who loves to knit Feng and Bai, martial arts masters sworn to defend their captain and Joshua, the deaf cabin boy who becomes the son Wedgwood never had.Ĭinnamon and Gunpowder is a swashbuckling epicure's adventure simmered over a surprisingly touching love story―with a dash of the strangest, most delightful cookbook never written.
As Wedgwood begins to sense a method to Mabbot's madness, he must rely on the bizarre crewmembers he once feared: Mr. Hunted by a deadly privateer and plagued by a saboteur hidden on her ship, she pushes her crew past exhaustion in her search for the notorious Brass Fox. Soon he's making tea-smoked eel and brewing pineapple-banana cider.īut Mabbot―who exerts a curious draw on the chef―is under siege. His first triumph at sea is actual bread, made from a sourdough starter that he leavens in a tin under his shirt throughout a roaring battle, as men are cutlassed all around him. To appease the red-haired captain, Wedgwood gets cracking with the meager supplies on board. He will be spared, she tells him, as long as he puts exquisite food in front of her every Sunday without fail. The year is 1819, and the renowned chef Owen Wedgwood has been kidnapped by the ruthless pirate Mad Hannah Mabbot. A gripping adventure, a seaborne romance, and a twist on the tale of Scheherazade―with the best food ever served aboard a pirate's ship
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