After a while, Jack finally appeared in the distance, holding a bowl of something dark and unidentifiable, trembling as he walked towards Captain Morgan and said, "Captain, this is the meat porridge I made for you, please... please taste it."
"Uh-huh," Captain Morgan responded, did not dismiss it because of its appearance, and handed over the whip he was holding to First Officer Williams, taking the bowl of meat porridge from Jack.
Jack's eyes widened, his face tense with nerves as he watched Captain Morgan.
Captain Morgan brought the bowl to his lips and gently blew on it before taking a small sip.
"Gulp!"
Jack swallowed nervously, his gaze fixed intently on Captain Morgan's face, hoping to discern some assessment of the meat porridge from his expression.
But Captain Morgan was expressionless.
With no expression, he moved the bowl away from his lips, looked at him with no expression, and expressionlessly asked, "What do you think of the taste of this meat porridge yourself?"
