Chapter 7.

After really cleaning the galley and taking stock of the foods supplies and slightly freaking out because of it, or more correctly the lack thereof. There really wasn't any real food on board except tea and coffee. Everything else was instant or microwave stuff. Eliot started to make a shopping list for the next day. He wasn't going to work on this boat if the food was that bad. When his list was as finished as he could get it he took a nice hot shower, plenty of water on board now, once they were out at sea it would be different and debated whether he should save or start growing a full beard to block the cold.

Deciding to shave now and let everything grow while fishing he stood in front of the mirror with his razor in his hand and after a couple of seconds more of internal debate even his goatee went. For probably the first time in five years he was clean shaven. Rubbing his hand over his now bare chin he gave his reflection a big grin. Looking good even if he said so himself. After putting on a pair of dark blue sweats and a white T shirt he did a last round of the insides of the boat and then turned in. Only to be startled awake, to his feeling just minutes after dozing off, by a loud sound on deck.

Grabbing the emergency knife from under his pillow Eliot makes his way to the galley only to first hear and then see his now slightly worse for wear fishing buddies stumble their way inside and to their bunks. Eric is shushing them but to little avail, not that Eric is in any better shape, just a bit better in handling his liquor. Corey and Matthew are impersonating some pop star or other singing a song about whisky and long black dresses, insisting they both are singing the same song but that is open for debate. Keeping the knife hidden Eliot heads back to his bunk in the stateroom he shares with Brian. Brian, luckily for him, is also interested in sleeping by now and not singing so soon a snoring duet is heard coming from stateroom number two. Stateroom number three is still having a singing bee.

Eric shakes his head before turning in himself in the captains stateroom, those two youngsters are not going to be happy with him in the morning, but work they will.

At seven o clock Eliot is bright awake and ready to start a new day. Sure he can function on just 90 minutes a night, but he prefers four hours when wounded and recovering. So over eight hours is extreme luxury to him. and now he is very much awake and ready for a real breakfast. Only that isn't going to happen on this boat right now. So after getting dressed he makes his way on to the dock and looks for a car that isn't covered in vomit and does have some petrol in the tank. The best candidate is a beat up formally bright red pickup truck. Getting it started is easy, the last user left a screwdriver ready to jumpstart the thing.

Finding the only grocery store in town is also easy and he parks his beaten up pickup next to another one that is about just as bad, joining four fancy soccer mom people carriers that are also parked in the parking lot.

Making his way inside with two carts, he has a very extensive list of groceries, the first thing he sees are four other crab fishermen with four carts brimming with food making their way to the checkout line. One of the carts is full of only eggs, can you say high cholesterol anyone?

Within half an hour Eliot has his carts full finding everything he was looking for except for eggs. Seems the four other guys bought every egg in town.