In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

The Black Pearl departed from Port Royal under Heather's command and sailed leisurely towards Singapore through a number of islands and ports.

On this day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and on the deck of the Black Pearl, Heather was huddled in front of a large barrel with first mate Barbossa and navigator Jack.

The rest of the crew did not dare to approach, so they could only pretend to work while secretly tilting their heads to peek this way.

Heather scooped up the liquid from the barrel with a wooden spoon and handed it to Jack, "Taste it." ”

Jack happily took the wooden spoon and tasted it, frowning slightly: "It's too sour, and it's so light." ”

As he spoke, Jack handed the wooden spoon to Barbossa.

Barbossa also tasted it, but nodded indifferently: "Very good, half a pint of rum mixed with a quart of water, this can effectively curb the consumption of rum and prevent sailors from drinking and making trouble." And this sourness...... I would venture to ask, did you put lemon juice in it? ”

"Not only lemon juice, but also freshly squeezed orange juice."

Heather picked up a new wooden spoon and scooped up some of the mixed wine, took a sip, and pouted: "It's indeed a little sour, let's add some sugar to it." Miss Maria, could you please bring some candy from the kitchen? ”

"Yes, Captain." Maria, who was becoming more and more hot and sexy, still blushed and burned as soon as she heard Heather speak, and hurried towards the cabin.

When Heather arrived on Tatuga Island (aka Turtle Island) two months earlier, she took advantage of the shore to make a cut-out of the ship's sailors, and the lazy and brutal pirates were all driven away from the Black Pearl, leaving behind some of the sailors that Jack had hired and a small number of Barbossa's sailors.

Don't look at Jack's hired players with crooked appearances - Mr. Gibbs, who is a heavy drinker, who has no tongue and can only train parrots to replace the old helmsman who speaks, and the bald dwarf who is not as tall as Heather's waist, but Heather, who has watched the series of movies, knows that these sailors are the affectionate and righteous people who have always followed Jack.

Of course, Barbossa also has a few living treasures under his command, starting with Pintel (bald) and Lagerty (one-eyed), both of whom are now loyal to Heather, although they are not very good at their heads, but they are more loyal.

As for Miss Maria, Heather tried to persuade her when she was in Port Royal and on the island of Tatuga, that she would be willing to share enough gold to buy a very good new fishing boat. But the girl just didn't want to get off the ship, but smiled and said that she was willing to serve as Heather's maid on the Black Pearl.

Heather had no choice but to pay her a high salary and use the captain's privilege to clear a large compartment for Maria, which was originally used to store miscellaneous items, which was used as her private bed.

During these months of sailing, Jack has been being taught by Heather in telekinesis, but his progress has been slow.

On the one hand, since Heather had heard roughly from Kim Fulix about the steps of initiation and cultivation of orthodox mindfulness, more details could only be guessed by himself. Heather was afraid that a crooked path would make Jack practice, so she could only slow down the steps and take Jack to practice little by little.

On the other hand, there is Jack's own problem, his personality is too out-of-the-box, even if he is willing to practice mindfulness with Heather, he is always half-hearted, either thinking about rum or figuring out where to get a treasure map, and the most taboo thing about mindfulness practice is that his mind is cluttered, and the effect is naturally half the effort.

With a lot of free time to play games with Miss Maria, Heather, bored, began to turn her mind on the crew of the Black Pearl.

A healthy diet for the crew, to be exact.

The Black Pearl's chef was hired by Heather from Havana at a high price to be named Bonan Lorenzo. If this tall, sturdy middle-aged man did not say anything about his profession, surely someone would mistake him for the boatswain of this ship.

Bonan is best at Spanish cuisine, but the scarcity of life at sea is not too much for him, and he can make some tricks for Captain Heather every day, and the crew will no longer have to eat as bad as pig food as before.

For a time, Bonan's status as a sea chef was second only to Heather, Jack, and Barbossa, and oh, and Miss Maria, who was under Heather's care.

The ratio of the rum to the freshwater was the product of Heather and Bonan's concoction, and it was Heather's idea to put lemon and orange juice in it.

Now that the crew is no longer immortal, the nightmare of the eighteenth century, scurvy, which is hard to ignore, must be taken seriously.

Although as early as the late 16th century, the famous navigator Sir Richard Hawkins discovered that citrus and lemon juice can effectively prevent scurvy, because fresh fruits are expensive and perishable, and boiled concentrated juices, although easy to preserve, do not help to prevent scurvy, so people of this era still did not pay attention to the importance of fresh fruits and vegetables to prevent scurvy.

Unlike other captains, the modern-day Heather was required to purchase fresh fruits and vegetables in large quantities from the outset, and the Black Pearl had to be replaced and replenished whenever it passed through a supply port or island.

After a long voyage, especially in the warm seas, the fresh water stored in the barrels can quickly become a haven for algae and insects. So Heather and Bonan came up with the idea of mixing rum with water, which would not only improve the taste of the stored water, but also save the possibility of the gang of drunken trouble.

Add lemon juice and orange juice, and the [scurvy] that is the most headache for sailors is no longer a threat.

Dengdenden!

Maria cautiously walked up to the deck holding the translucent glass jar, sugar was a precious thing in this era.

Heather took the jar and twisted some sugar from it and sprinkled it into the bucket, thought about it and put some more, and then motioned for Maria to taste it: "Please, Miss Maria." ”

Maria didn't shirk either, took the wooden spoon from Heather's hand and put it into the barrel, then took it out and took a sip, and her eyes lit up: "It's delicious!" Captain, that's all right! ”

"Good. First mate, record the ration ratio. ”

Heather handed the tube back to Maria, then looked at Barbossa, "Wait until the next port, spread the recipe." ”

"My lord, ...... you?" Barbossa was a little skeptical, this formula, which would greatly improve the conditions of life on the voyage and prevent scurvy at the same time, would be firmly in his own hands, so as to attract more capable sailors to join him in his service.

Heather smiled: "It's just a small recipe, if it can change the fate of more sailors on this sea, then why should I hide it?" Spread the word, and preferably let the whole world know. ”

Barbossa said no more, but gave Heather a deep bow with one hand to his chest. Similarly, Jack bowed solemnly in a rare manner.

Even pirates, for such a broad-minded and powerful man, they can't help but worship and admire.

One might say that it's nothing more than a rum-to-water recipe, as far as that?

In the eighteenth century, when scurvy was rampant, sailors had to drink the muddy green water crawling with insects and algae to quench their thirst, and such a recipe would save many sailors from death and suffering.

There was silence on the deck of the Black Pearl, and all the sailors stopped what they were doing and watched Heather in silence.

Heather walked a few steps to the high platform in front of the rudder and laughed loudly: "Gentlemen, from this day onwards, every day at twelve o'clock at noon and six at the end of your work, you will enjoy this sweet rum mixed with water!" Believe me, the abominable devil of scurvy will henceforth be far away from you! As for today...... Double the amount of rum per person with water! ”

"Long live the Captain!" The deck erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

Behind Heather, Maria held the sugar jar and couldn't help but fall into fascination as she looked at the handsome young man in the captain's hat.

But at this moment, the sailors standing on the lookout at the top of the mast suddenly sounded the alarm bell and issued a poignant warning:

"There is a situation in the northeastern seas! Is that...... That's the Flying Dutchman! ”