It was a cake, stationed where Silvers would normally sit in the galley. Not just any cake, but a /wedding/ cake.

Sitting. Where. He. Sat

He stared at it, expecting it to explode and some Rogers-clone-midget to pop out of the remainders to tell him that they were getting married. It didn't happen, all it did was sit there, being pretty and well crafted.

It was the work of skilled (and expensive) bakers, not the staff, he noted and inspected it closer. There were flowers, not just any flowers, but flowers that Silvers loved and it drove him insane. /No one/ knew he liked those flowers, no one.

But him.

So the man grabbed the knife next to it, ignoring the calls of cheerful crew mates about if they were finally tying the knots and cut into the beautiful cake. He grabbed a plate and skilfully retracted a piece from it, moving back to Rogers and lightly putting it in front of him. "Here you go Captain." The (obviously) fake shock of there being CAKE in the area override his knowing that Silvers was going to do something, but the next thing everyone knew. There was a loud smack, the table cracking under the force of Silvers smashing the man's head into the cake and dusted his hands off before speaking.

"Let this be a warning you all of you, do this again and you'll end up like your captain or worse."

Everyone howled in laughter as he turned to leave, hissing and growling like an angry cat.

He twisted in his bed, sleepless and annoyed. He understood what was missing, but there was no way in hell he was going to go crawling into that bastards bed after the cake fiasco. As sweet as the gesture of the flowers were (He was going to kill him if he told anyone), it still pissed him off to no end of how he was seen as a joke. Reactions, they were always reactions.

It was then that he hatched a plan.