Pirate Passion

I entered the port and pushed open two big doors to what looked like a 21st century secondary school dining hall and pushed open the doors (to the ship.) A man who looked and dressed a lot like Captain Hook from Disney's Peter Pan greeted me.
"Hello my dear, welcome to my ship."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Captain Book."
"Okay, hello Captain Book."
"Hello my dear, what is your name?" He grabbed my hand and kissed it.
"Stop calling me that, my name is Rachel and if you dare kiss me again I'll feed you poisonous cupcakes!" I pulled my hand away.
"Okaaay." He looked slightly worried, even though we both knew it was an empty threat. "Come and meet my crew." I followed him to a table where his crew was sat. There was a tall browney-blonde medium length haired girl with two purple and black streaks in her hair. She had glasses and wore a black gothic female pirate outfit.
"Hi!" she said as she smiled and waved. I nervously did the same. Next to her was a small boy, a bit taller than me with slightly tanned skin, medium length brown hair, hazel eyes and a very cheeky aura about him. He wore a classic pirate outfit, eye patch just for the hell of it, and his bandanna was lopsided. Beside him sat a girl about the same height as him, pale blue eyes and long mousey brown hair. She wore a gothic boy's pirate outfit, with black leather trousers and shirt rather than a long skirt and corset. There was a rough looking bald man with a vibrant ginger goatee and bright green eyes, a prostitute with blonde ringlets so bright they were almost yellow, big boobs and electric blue eyes. On the other side of the table were two girls, one had light curly brown hair about shoulder height and emerald green eyes, the other had long straight platinum blonde hair, purple eyes and very long, very sharp nails. In between then was a startlingly handsome brunette boy, his hair was wavy and rippled like the ocean itself, it was medium length – for a boy. He had intense chocolate eyes and pale skin, his face was lightly dusted with a cute sprinkling of freckles across his nose and under his eyes. He stopped chatting to the girls all of a sudden and stared straight at me. The girls started hitting him and shouting at him to get his attention back but he ignored them smiling at me, knocking me breathless. He turned and chatted to the girls again. I was gobsmacked, had the most beautiful boy in the world just smiled at me? I noticed he had a very prominent nose.I went and sat next to the girl who had said hi to me the first time.
"Hello, I'm Rachel."
"Amy."
"Daniel."
"Keiri."
"Cool, so what do you do on this vessel anyway?"
"We work."
"What do you mean, work?"
"We look after the ship; drink beer, party, plunder, pillage, loot and search for treasure. You know -normal pirate life."
"Sounds like fun, I'm in!"
"Yay!" they all exclaimed at once.
"Who's that over there?" I pointed to the brunette boy.
"Oh, him, that's Alex; he doesn't talk to any of us, or even look at us," grumbled Amy.
"He talks to me!" Keiri exclaimed enthusiastically.
"That was once, Keiri, and he only said hi."
"Yeah, but still, it's more than he said to you."
"He stared at me, and then smiled at me."
"Oooh, looks promising, huh?"
"Yuppie!"
"Maybe, but it's hard to tell with him."
"He hasn't talked to me yet though."
"Meh, it's only your first day. I'm sure he'll talk to you sometime," said Amy. A whistle was blown and a bell rung.
"WE'RE LEAVING PORT, EVERYONE GET TO YOUR POSTS!" boomed Captain Book. Everyone frantically rushed around trying to get to their acquired posts before the second whistle was blown after the tenth ring of the bell. A thin, whitish – blonde boy with sticky uppy hedgehog hair, pasty skin and blue eyes took the wheel. Captain Book produced a register and called out each name one by one followed by an "Aye aye Captain!" The luscious brunette boy spoke. His voice, oh his voice. It was warm, rich, deep, and smooth - just like a good cup of coffee. It made me feel like I had butterfiles fluttering around maniacally in my stomach. I could listen to his enchanting voice all day. After he'd finished taking the register I went over to the Captain.
"Uh, Captain Book, where do I go?"
"What can you do?"
"I can cook."
"Excellent, then that is what you shall do."
"I'm cook?"
"You are."
"What happened to the last one?"
"He gave us food poisoning and was disposed of." He pointed over to where the bald man with the vibrant ginger goatee was dumping a white body bag over the starboard side of the ship. Wait, ship?
"When did it become a ship? I thought it was a 21st century secondary school style dining hall."
"It has always been a ship, the 21st century secondary school dining hall theme is just a disguise emitted from a cloaking device so the law can't track us down and hang us." I was standing on the oak deck of a beautiful pirate ship; the flag flew proudly in the gusty breeze. People were hoisting the sails and scrubbing the decks. I stared at the blue ocean and breathed in the fresh, salty scent of freedom.
"Glorious isn't it? I never get tired of this sight."
"Mmmm, yeah, me neither. It's just so amazing." I looked up to see Alex in the crow's nest, his hair and white silk shirt fluttering in the breeze. I sighed and went all dreamy.
"I see you've noticed my Alex."
"What? Your Alex?"
"He's my son."
"He is? Alex Book?"
"Yes, he is my son, but no, his name is Alex Hill. My name is Book Hill." I was tempted to laugh, but managed to resist.
"Where's his mother?"
"My lovely, amazing wife died a few days after Alex was born."
"Awww, poor him, poor you." I patted his arm.
"It doesn't matter; it was so long ago now. Thank you for your sympathy, now please change the subject, this one is getting rather painful."
"Oh, right, sorry. Um, the sky is very blue today isn't it?"
"The sky is usually blue in the Caribbean."
"Oh yeah. Do you like pie? Cos I like pie very much. I like lots of different pies. Sometimes I like to eat just the pastry, and not the filling. What would you like for dinner?"
"You make whatever you want. I have to go now, but remember dinner is at eight pm at the latest." He smiled and left.
"Bye!" I called after him. Aaagh, what would I do? I didn't even know where the kitchen was. Maybe Amy would know. "Hi Amy" I said as I walked over to her.
"Oh, hi Rachel."
"You know how you've been on this ship for longer than me, and it's only my first day?"
"Yeah."
"Well can you show me where the kitchen is please?"
"Certainly. Captain, permission to show the newbie to the kitchen?" Newbie? Eugh! I'd have her know I was chef. So humph! I masked my annoyance extremely well but made a mental note that I knew I'd forget later to confront her about it.
"Accepted, go ahead."
"Aye aye Captain."She left her bucket and mop neatly side by side from where she had been previously mopping the deck and then grabbed my wrist, dragging me into a dark passageway, through a door and into a dimly lit room. There were shelves laden with food. Fruit, vegetables, packets, boxes, cans and jars. Some shelves were so stacked full they were groaning under the weight of all the food. There was an oven and a hob, pots, pans, cutlery and all the utensils I could ever possibly need.
"Wow! Thanks Amy!"
"No problem." She left and I was alone in the kitchen. I got accustomed to where everything was and what it was and then went back on deck. I still had four and a bit hours until dinner had to be ready.
"Can I help you Keiri?" I asked my frantically scrubbing friend.
"No thank you, I'll be fine."
"Me too!"
"And me!"
"Same!"
"Ditto!"
"Oh, so no one needs any help then?"
"Nope, don't think so."
"Cool." I went and visited the Captain. "Captain Book, sir, please pardon my intrusion but what can I do?"
"You could make everyone a drink, I'm parched. I think maybe some of these guys are too. Could you get me a cup of tea? Milk and two sugars, no lemon."
"Of course." I went around asking and taking down what everyone would like except Alex, who I was far too scared to approach."What does Alex usually have?" I asked Daniel.
"Just get him anything."
"Right." I left deck and busied myself in the kitchen making four cups of tea, two glasses of orange juice, a cup of coffee, a glass of water and a beer. For Alex I made a triple chocolate hot chocolate with whipped cream, marshmallows and grated chocolate. I took each person their drink on a tray and then went back to get Alex's. I carried it up to him and he smiled.
"Thank you, I thought you'd forgotten about me."
"No! I could never forget about you." Could the last sentence that came from my mouth have been more embarrassing? I climbed down in a hurry.
"Rachel, come here!" Oh god, was I in trouble already?
"Yes Captain?"
"If you have nothing to do for the next three hours then you can borrow a book from my library in my study," he said as he pointed me in the direction of his cabin.
"Thank you sir," I said, and set off to find his cabin.