An old salt was telling his endless tale of sea adventures but this time about
a friend of his.
"That friend was the cook of a wind jammer. Once he got into a terrible
shipwreck and found himself on an island in the hands of a band of savage cannibals.
When the cannibals were preparing for a feast he said to the cannibal's chief:
"Going to eat me, I take? But you wouldn't like me,' he declared solemnly.
He took out his pocket knife, sliced a piece from the calf of his leg, and handed
to the chief. 'Try it, and see for yourself,' he urged. The chief took one bite,
grunted, and spat. 'The dinner is off!' he ordered.
"My friend had a cork leg," concluded his tale the old salt.