The Pilgrimage [messman] 【480p – 360p】

On this particular pilgrimage—a month-long voyage to the Sunken Sepulchre—the "pilgrims" are a nervous lot. They have paid a fortune for absolution. They wear clean robes and carry leather-bound prayer books. They weep beautifully when the chaplain sings.

"I've already been," I say.

I do not ask permission. I hand him a tin cup. the pilgrimage [messman]

I am the messman. I am the last one they see and the first one they forget. On this particular pilgrimage—a month-long voyage to the

The Captain finds me there. "Aren't you going ashore, Jonas? To see the shrine?" They weep beautifully when the chaplain sings

"What is this?" he whispers. "Bone broth," I say. "Made from the bones of yesterday's chicken." "I cannot. I am on a holy fast." "Brother," I say, sitting down on the wet deck next to him. "God made the chicken. God made the fire. God made the hands that plucked the feathers. Do you think He is offended by soup?"