Chapter 39

The ones staying on deck, Soper, Lennie, Lynn, Crosby, Dough, Deathwish and Freddie, finish their smokes. And have another one. Just to make sure that the bloodshed undoubtedly going on inside is over by the time they enter. Mopping op the blood after is always better then getting caught in the crosshairs.

But after about half an hour Freddie is getting cold and bored.

"What do you think? Save to go in now?" with a questioning look.

"It should be, haven't heard any screaming yet. So it is either a stale mate or the damage is done. Lynn go and take a look." Is Sopers reply. And with that a apprehensive Lynn makes for the door. Opening it carefully and sticking his head around the edge to listen some more ready to bail at any second. Still no screaming or things crashing. Must be save to go in. So Lynn goes in and stays in for a longer time than he would if it was still dangerous.

When the remaining six's heroes make it to the galley they are gob smacked. Sitting together around the table as if nothing could ever have gone wrong are Will, Art rubbing against the back of his seat to ease an itch on his back, eating some more yogurt, Travis making sheep eyes but not drooling all over Mireille, who is sitting more or less plastered to his side. With Lynn raiding the freezer looking for some food to go with his coffee.

Soon everybody has found a spot and are enjoying a cup of fresh made coffee with the apple pie that Lynn managed to scrounge up and is now sharing around like the perfect housewife he is, only thing missing is the nice lacey apron. The only one not enjoying this treat is Crosby and Lynn is worried about his friend, again.

"Crosby, have some apple pie with cinnamon ice-cream, it tastes great."

"I don't feel like apple pie." Is the petulant answer. Now that has the others paying attention. Crosby not feeling, FEELING, like apple pie. Just the fact that he isn't feeling like any kind of food is strange. We are talking about Crosby here. Something of a black hole where food is concerned. The one who had orange, kitkat camembertcake washed down with warmed up Gatorade only this morning.

"So what do you want? I'll look it up for you." Lynn offers. He really wants his friend to feel as happy as he is at the moment.

"Don't know, I do feel peckish, maybe something salty? "

Now Lynn is smiling, he knows just the thing. Diving into Will's well stocked and organized larder he comes up with a big bag of sea salt and vinegar chips. Holding it out to Crosby with the look of a proud new mom presenting her family with a nine pound baby. "Here you are."

Only to be shot down by his friend who doesn't give the offered bag a second look. "Don't feel like chips, to crunchy."

Deflated Lynn gives up. "Fine, suit yourself. I am going to eat them myself." And with that Lynn settles in with his big bag of chips on his lap. Only to find himself defending them from the suddenly very cuddly close Travis and Deathwish, but after a short struggle all three are happy eating from the same bag. Travis even remembering to offer some to the Hot, hot, hot observer, who ever said the guy doesn't have manners.

Now Crosby still wants his salty not crunchy nibble. So he goes in the direction of the larder as well, only to be stopped by Will.

"What do you feel like Crosby, beside salty and not crunchy? I will try and get it."

"I don't know. Salty and mushy, not crunchy that's all." Is the almost howled answer from Crosby, he seems about as frustrated about his strange cravings as the rest is. He is also looking close to tears by Lynn's obvious desertion.

Grabbing something from the fridge Will holds out a small glass jar. "Try this."

Carefully fishing one of the strange green marble like things from the jar Crosby tries is. And smiles a contented smile. "This is great, only I am still missing something. Don't know what? Something sweet maybe?"

With a big sigh Will gives Crosby a can of chocolate flavored whipped cream to put onto the olives and after two more olives with whipped cream Crosby comes to the conclusion that he has found his new favorite comfort food. To the disgust off the other guys, the interested of Mireille and Will's despair, he now doesn't have enough olives on board. And probably not time to order more, and the shop was out of olives.