Why does everyone have to get so excited? It's just a pirate ship.
Iris watched the other villagers rush with loud chattering to look at the port. There was a bar and grill that sat on top of a cliff that looked over the ocean and there was a small port below where deliveries were made to the hotels and restaurants that lined the beach. The island was basically a very large beach with a little land in the center for the important buildings like the clinic, grocery store, the shelter where people go in case of a flood and the small government house that kept things in order on the island. Everyone else lived on the beach line in small houses or apartments. Nothing ever really happens on the island except for the occasional bad storm and that was why, Iris surmised, that they were all staring in wonder at the ship below.
It didn't look all that exciting either. It was yellow with a jolly roger that was a smiley with six…things coming out of it in all directions and were evenly spaced. It was on both sides of the ship, if you could call it a ship. It had a mast and a deck but that is where the similarities end. To Iris it looked almost like a submarine but she didn't know of anyone who at a sub with the words death etched across the sides.
Iris sighed and turned back to the kitchen to prep for the diner rush. She suspected that they would have more than the usual crowed here tonight and told the other staff as much.
"Wh-what? But it's not like those pirates are going to come here right?" the sue chef said. He always was asking her questions and following her around. It got on her nerves sometimes and when he asked one too many she usually cuffs him on the ear.
"More than likely. We are the only alcohol and food joint that's close to their ship and there is an advantage to our location for them." Iris said as she moved through the kitchen, taking note of what was done and what wasn't. They were going to need more meat prepared and all the alcohol needs to be brought up from the cellar. It was going to be a long night and hopefully it ended with a lot of drunken pirates. She sent the three bust boys to fetch the booze and she started to pull the extra meat from the large freezer.
"What do you mean? What advantage?" he asked, still hot on her heels and starting to aggravate her. He acted like a puppy sometimes. Iris turned with an arm full of dead cow to glare at him.
"We are directly above their ship and have a view of nearly the entire beach both left and right. If anything were to happen, they would have the advantage. Get it?" She groused at him. "Now if you're done acting like a little boy, help with this meat. We're going to need all of it."
"B-but why can't we just, ya know, close for now till they leave." He stammered at her. Although he did as she asked and grabbed the meat from her arms. She walked over the prep station, talking as she did.
"Because if we be nice and serve them what they want they'll leave quietly with full stomachs and smiles. We will have reached a new high with sales and be set for the next quarter too." She said and opened one of the cabinets. She pulled out several big pans plus the grill spits too. They'll have to use all the oven space and the wood grill too if they wish to feed everyone at the same time.
"What if they just rob us?" he said quietly to her. Obviously he had the tact not to shout that to the whole kitchen and send them in to frenzy. She frowned at him and turned to give him her full attention. She didn't want him to completely freak out but she was wasting time too. She gave him her best "monster" look. It's what the staff calls her face when she gets into either fights or was having a really bad day.
"I like to see them try." She said with nice and evil laugh. The chef actually took a step back from her. She dropped the face and smiled to ease him a little. Not many people liked that look on her and often told her she should control it better. But Iris knew she couldn't control something that was a part of her. Just like she can't control the way she laughs with her head thrown back or how she hates tomatoes with a fiery passion. It was just who she was.
"Besides…" She said as she turned back to her task. "If they wanted to destroy this island they would have attacked already instead of just sitting at the port. I'm guessing they need supplies or just want to rest for a little bit."
"Fine but I don't like the idea of serving pirates." He said and walked back to his station in a huff. Well maybe like a pout instead. He wasn't the kind of person to get huffy. She smiled at his retreating back and thought that tonight was oddly going to be fun.