He danced, spinning on a heel, deftly balancing two plates and a pair of glass mugs in his hands. Lowering the platters to a table where two girls were seated, he cooed at them and swooned as one lifted her head to smile and the other simply nodded her thanks. He snarled as a wandering hand sneaked across the table, and slammed a foot onto it. A yelp was heard somewhere far away and he leapt over the table and headed to the source of the noise, already preparing a heavy kick at a rubbery body. Turning back to the girls, he grinned foolishly and almost melted when they smiled back at him. There were inhuman howls of hunger from his other crewmates and he glowered at them, snapping at them rudely before marching to the kitchen to prepare them a meal. Shutting the door behind him, and rolling up his sleeves, he set to work at the stove, tossing meat into a frying pan while cracking eggs into another at the same time. He could absentmindedly hear his friends cheering at laughing at something, something nonsensical again, no doubt. He could hear the faint voices of the girls chatting quietly, one tone lower than the other, both music to his ears though the higher pitched voice more familiar to him.
He gave his head a light shake, his left eye peering through a curtain of hair that kept that eye hidden from all others. It was a mystery to many and his captain and the sniper of the crew were constantly pestering about what he kept concealed behind his thick blond hair. It was amusing though to see them come up with wild ideas about what his eye really was, and the pranks that they would pull on his just to force him to reveal his left eye, or rather the left side of his face. He didn't really bother with them; allowing them to enjoy themselves teasing and making up stories, letting them have a bit of entertainment. The food sizzled, and he slid them onto plates. Swinging the kitchen door open, he could barely escape the trampling feet as four crewmates practically dived into the room, shrieking and crashing into the table, hands already waving about, snatching up whatever food they could reach. Shaking his head, and hiding a grin, he headed out the door onto the deck. He greeted the girls politely as he passed them and leaned against the mast.
Relaxing, he tucked a fresh cigarette between his teeth, and struck a match, lighting it swiftly. Chewing thoughtfully, he gazed up at the cloudless blue sky that in so many ways reflected the sea that they lived on. It was like another world, all the way up there, seemingly impossible to touch. Puffing out a line of smoke, his mouth curved into a smile as he remembered that he was on a ship where nothing was impossible, and that the sky was not even close to being a limit. Hearing his name called, he declined the offer from one of the girls to join in their everyday feast. He appreciated food, after having almost starved to death before, and he knew its importance. But right now, on this ship, with laughter ringing in his ears and voices humming all around him, assurance that he would never be on an island dying alone, ever again, he stretched and lifted his eyes to the heavens and fed himself some sunshine.