It's alright, gang.  As Wolf always says, "Blame it on Sail."

When I do the recaps, I work off of things I'm told about character plans.  At one time, this had included our cook heading into town to seek pleasurable company.  As we'd settled on Day 1 target practice and Day 3 for Hook's full crew pub crawl, I assumed that said fornicating would occur on Day 2.  However, the good cook (and his writer) are always free to change their minds on the subject.   

As to food, I shall lay down a NEW RULE.  We shall call that rule "BLIND HUSBAND" (in honor of my wife and the number of times she has to point out the thing for which I've spent 30 minutes rummaging in the fridge.)  The galley may be fully stocked, with the finest local and preserved delicacies just waiting for the crew to partake.  In no way does that status prevent one Abigail Travis from muttering "Thank Buddha we at least got PB &J, or I'da starved!"  

Humans.  I love 'em.

Sail