A/N: Sorry this chapter is short but that's the new crewmember's story. I hope you like this. Favorite. Follow. Review. Peace.
Jonas and I walked around stopping at a restaurant every now and then to see if there were any age appropriate chefs. They still had yet to success. I was getting bored when I saw a small, but crowded building at the end of the street. I got the same feeling that I got when I walked onto Jonas's island. I pulled on Jonas's shirt to get his attention. He looked at me.
"I think we'll find our new crew member down there." I said and point to the restaurant.
He nodded and we walked down to it.
On top of the building there was a sign that said "Le Meurice".
"This seems like a good place to find someone talented enough. First we have to try his food." I said and Jonas nodded.
I walked up, pushed my way to the front, and met a snotty looking French dude with a mustache that looked like it was glued to his face.
"May I help you?" he said in a thick French accent.
"Yes. I'd like to make a reservation for two please."
He looked me up and down.
"Sorry Madame, but not just anyone can eat here. It is a refined place for the wealthy." He said and upturned his long, slightly crooked, nose.
I scowled at him. Just as I was about to say something a orange haired boy showed up and spoke first.
"Peri calm down. We don't discriminate against our guest." He said then turned to me.
"As an apology we'll welcome you now. No reservation necessary."
I blinked at him. He was about my age and his carrot orange hair was layered. He was Jonas's height and had coal black eyes. He wore a traditional chef's outfit.
"Thank you. I have a friend with me. Is that alright?"
He smiled.
"Of course."
He had a very charming smile. One that would make most girl's fangirl.
He grabbed my hand and kissed it. When he let it go I went back and dragged Jonas to the front. Carrothead, as I had resigned to call him, lead us inside and to an empty table. He pulled out my chair for me.
"Thank you." I said and sat down.
He nodded then moved to stand in front of both Jonas and I.
"My name is Silver and I will be your personal chef this evening. What would you like to eat?"
There was no menu so I thought about it.
"Seafood." I finally answered.
Jonas asked for the same thing. Silver nodded then walked of.
He came back five minutes later with appetizers. I thanked him and he went back to the kitchen. This time there was a twenty minute wait and Jonas and I had been discussing the issues of my bounty when Silver returned with our main dishes. The appetizer was great, but this lay out was beyond wondrous. There was crab, boiled shrimp, fried shrimp, oyster, clam, all almost every kind of fish. Each dish had either light butter drizzled on them or were paired with vegetables.
Of course like the glutton he was, Jonas started scarfing down the food. I sighed and just let him be. We finished soon and Jonas came back to clear the plates.
"So Jonas, what are you doing in this restaurant? You seem really young." I asked him.
He smiled.
"I was left here as a baby by my parents. The chefs here were kind enough to take me in, and as soon as I could walk and take directions they had me cooking."
I frowned a little.
"Sorry for bringing that up."
He waved his hand awkwardly.
"It's fine, it's fine. It happened a long time ago. I don't even remember their faces."
I smiled.
"Hey Silver, how would you like to join my crew?"
"Ok." Was his quick response.
I stared at him a bit shocked. I was not expecting that. He chuckled.
"You're the one who asked the question, yet you're dumfounded."
I shrugged my shoulder.
"I'll introduce myself on the ship, but the glutton behind me is Jonas."
"Well then captain, I'll go collect my things and we can be off."