Re: (Pitcarn) Bilbligh
Placing the gems in a safe place within his temple, Pitcarn feels the presence of Desafon, but is unsure where the Pirate God is within his realm.
Saddened by the plight of the mortals who fear him, Pitcarn begins work on a feast, going through his stores and choosing foods that will make an excellent meal, but also that will preserve, that the priests may eat of them for the next few days without them having to pull themselves too far from their duties. Relaxing into the thoroughly mundane task, Pitcarn relaxes by cooking for his priests.
Afterwards, he takes one priest, and gently but forcefully pulls him away from his work. Like a doctor, he examines the Ackee, examining his pallor, checking his breath, his weight. "Have you been eating, little priest?" he said, kindly. "Be tormented not by your task. You are performing great work, yet it need not be the end of you. Come."
Pitcarn hailed all the priests together, away from their work, and to him. He also called the winemakers to him, so that they might listen."My children, the work you are doing is marvelous, and with great purpose, but your death does not serve me. Maybe on a far away battlefield you may have the honour of being struck down in my service, but I have asked you here that you may aid me in this task. The stores here are mine, but in this task you have my blessing to eat as you will. The grapes are yours to consume, as is anything else I have here.
"I have prepared a feast for you. Eat, be merry, relax for the next few hours before you return to your work. Make use of all that is available to you; the winemakers should be a part of this holy process.
"Do not forget, that while the task set before you is holy, those in the priestly caste have a responsibility to emulate my form." Here Pitcarn rubbed his extended stomach. "I firmly believe that you are able to complete both to my utmost satisfaction. The creation of great wine can take months, so do not pressure yourselves unduly.
"Now sit, eat, enjoy."