Chapter 24: The CambuseSitting on his thin straw mattress, McGauran settles back into the pillows propped up against the cabin’s log wall, careful not to spill his stew. It’s beef, carrots, and potatoes tonight. Simon calls it Irish stew, but obviously, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. It doesn’t taste like his mother’s stew at all. Just tastes like beef, carrots, and potatoes in water.
It doesn’t matter. He’s starving. And it isn’t pea soup for a change.
Stirring the spoon around the steaming food to cool it down, he glances around at the guys—everyone is eating ravenously, being quiet, even the Sullivan brothers. A rare occurrence. But it’s been an exhausting few days. They had their first winter storm yesterday, though it’s only mid-November. The snow piles up fast in these pa
