Day 59: Regrettably, I was not reminded of St. Andrew's Day (Scotland's national day) until it was too late to hunt the reclusive and estimable Haggis. However, I discovered their lair last year and managed to snare two, round and plump, before the season ended. The larger of the pair was reserved for Robert Burns' birthday, when it was served in Capt. Morgan Corbye's cabin with steaming neeps on the side. And alas, I have neither bannocks nor baps to accompany my meager meal tonight, but the day shall not go without a nod and a nobbler in honor of my Scottish ancestry.
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