“Blimey! What’s that stink?” I asked the next morning as we headed to the mess hall for breakfast. Inna pinched her nose and stuck out her tongue. “It smells like rotten fish.” “I hope that’s not breakfast,” Gary said. “Me too,” Vicky said. “Me three,” Aaron said. We went into the kitchen and saw a pot on the stove. I lifted the lid and took a peek inside. It was the seaweed gruel the crew had eaten for dinner the night before. We were too tired from all the rowing and digging to eat. We had fallen asleep before dinner. By the looks of it, it was lucky we did. “YUCK!” I said. My face turned as green as the mush inside the pot. Inna pointed to the stack of dirty dishes piled up to the ceiling. “DOUBLE YUCK!” she said. Then she covered her mouth to keep from being sick. No one had cleaned up and the leftovers had turned gruesome! “Arrr! I think I lost my appetite,” Gary said. “Aye, me too,” Vicky said. “I wonder why no one cooked this morning. Or cleaned up last night?”
