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Yarr, like all sailors on this board, I am constantly beset by the evils of scurvy. The rest of these bloody-gummed salty dogs are too embarrassed to admit they have this horrifying condition. They claim it's just a lack of flossing, but I know better!
Heed my words, landlubber! Recovering from a bout of consumption, the cabin boy did deliver to me a fine soup of fish entrails and barnacle shells. Little did I know that the first scurvy-ridden mate, who had always been jealous of me, had spit into my soup, and thus passed his scurvy on to me. In those days, we didn't know about your fancy "vitamins", and thus could pass it along like the common cold.
Eventually, after months adrift on Lake Champlaign, we were forced to eat the first mate. And the cabin boy. And some fava beans, with a bottle of Chianti. That seemed to clear up the scurvy nicely.
Yarr, be there any other 19th century ailments you need to know about? Let me tell you the tale of how I caught the gout from a wench in Wichita...