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Seven spoons. Ed’s sweet tooth has never been satisfied like this before. Even if he made a point to take sugar from the ships they raided, it was then carefully rationed. Storage was reserved for more important things.
Stede has marmalade instead of gunpowder and spices instead of hardtack. It’s stupid, absolutely ridiculous. Izzy has commented on it more than once in harsh terms and Ed cannot disagree.
And yet…
Isn’t the point of this, of it all, to do what makes you happy?
To have the freedom to make your own choices?
Maybe sugar isn’t so useless after all.