Kitchen Duty

Food was one of the most important things on the island, next to water and shelter. Everyone had shelter and thankfully running water thanks to the foundations and systems already in place here, but food...well that was their responsibility.

They had already started growing more crops once they had cleared some of the areas, many of the plants growing now had been transferred from some of the ships that had arrived here before Adam Fenix's device had destroyed all of the Imulsion. Today they had finally been able to harvest some of the crops and cook up something a little more flavourful than salted fish and crackers.

Clayton Carmine carefully sliced the squash plant with his knife, cutting the vegetable into chunks and dumping the oddly cut pieces into one of the pots nearby. For some strange reason Clayton found that he really enjoyed cooking, perhaps it was a way of focusing his energy now that he didn't have to fight but maybe it stemmed from the delicious bacon he'd enjoyed on Sovereign.

"Having fun there Carmine?" Sam asked as she walked past, she was probably heading out to the docks to help with the ships; they were busy fitting thrown together sails on the boats.

"Plenty thanks." Carmine said with a grin as he continued to chop.

After Sam left he was once again left to his thoughts and as time went on he found that they no longer concerned the meal he was helping the others cook.

He missed his Brothers.

His eyebrows knotted slightly as he remembered them, Anthony and Benjamin. It had been hard dealing with the loss of Anthony, it had been such a shock...he'd never really believed that they could have lost any of their family.

Benjamin though, squirt...that had been a whole different story. Clay had been really close to Ben, always mindful of the youngest of them and always keeping an eye on him. They had all been so proud when he had passed basic.

Clay sighed to himself as he scooped up another batch of squash, his brothers were gone and he didn't know where the rest of his family might be if they were even still alive.

"You done with that Carmine?"

"Yes, all done." Clay called back as he was startled from his reverie "All ready for the pot."

"Good job." The woman replied as she took his pot "Thanks for the help; it really does make a difference."

"You're welcome."

And as Clayton walked away he realised that he still had a purpose, maybe he couldn't protect his brothers anymore but he could protect and help the people around him who had become just like family to him.

An/ Wasn't sure on this one but I had to get Clay's bacon obsession in there somewhere ;) Hope you liked this one! :D