Near the coast of Consalvo adjacent to Presley Bay, we anchored. Initially awestruck by the magnificence of the layered sand and the dearth of vegetation, we set to concocting a repast of local fare, hoping to film a documentary of local cuisine. Of course the first course would have to be a digestive consisting of unrisen biscuits salted with seeds from the local borber bushes. Hopeful that this course would ease us into the heavier offerings—palmet livers, coarse ridwol skins stuffed with a mixture of heavy cream and brandied willa berries, and the ubiquitous range lillies to be roasted with the frozen sol we’d packed for just such an occasion.
Singuinal nest in the rocks above the bay and leave future get unguarded. Nonetheless, knowing the danger of disturbing their nests, we opted to leave them alone. (Last season several sailors had entered the bay and knowing of the tasty delicacies had scheduled a film crew to record a documentary on the preparation of Singuinal Omelettes. Nonetheless several Singuinal attacked the crew and a videographer lost arm hairs and the lobe of an ear when a King Singuinal dove on her.)
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