Pirate Foods and Superstitions

Our trusty cook, Cooktholomew, was lost at sea. Quite tragic that was, but now all the more tragic for us here! We don't dare set sail again without the lucky feast ol' Cooktholomew would prepare for us before each voyage. We've tried to make out his scribbles, but alas, we only managed to make the ink run. Me matey here swears he heard Cooktholomew say once he only brought copies out to sea. If that be true, the originals must be back in Booty Bay, somewhere near his bunk!