I do not own the Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker. It belongs to Nintendo.
Soup
by Carlson
The ship is in port. The crew members file off of the gangplank, leaving the weakest of their men to guard the ship. He is sour about it, but he never shows it.
The crew marches into a pub, and sits down for drinks and savory meats. It has been a very long time since they have been on land. They will take it in. The captain relaxes in the back of the bar, leaning in her chair. She smiles.
The newest member, albeit her favorite, sat beside her. He was expressionless.
"What? You ain't gettin' somethin' to eat? Drink?" she questions. He shakes his head. "Why not?"
"I'm not hungry, nor am I thirsty," he answers simply.
"Fine, then. Don't come cryin' to me when you are starvin' in the middle of the sea," the captain snorts. Her favorite shrugs. His hand finds its way into his pocket. It feels the smooth glass container that holds his salvation: Elixir Soup.