Down in the brig, Scrap was sitting in front of Barnacles' cage chowing down on the food that was given to the polar bear the night before. Due to Iron Claw's presence in the mess hall last night, Scrap made sure to stay out of sight and away from the brig so as to not arouse suspicion. So, instead of having dinner then, he was here now to eat Barnacles' food as breakfast.

With nothing else to do, Barnacles just watched him as he ate; although a bit surprised his boredom would lead him to not be bothered by someone chewing with their mouth open. He tried to recall how many times he had given his plate to Scrap, but his memory seemed to be a bit fuzzy.

"Scrap," He asked, "how many days has it been since we left that shipwreck?"

Scrap, who is in the middle of chewing his food, replied, "Mmmmmm, oh it's been… like, three days."

"Three days?" Barnacles repeated as he tried to recall if it even felt like that much time had passed.

With the cage being more tall than wide, he couldn't lay down in it. Whatever sitting position he found enough room for, staying like that for days was not comfortable. And staying asleep throughout the nights were impossible.

"Mmhmmm." Scrap nodded his head before stuffing his face again. Barnacles sighed and leaned back against his cage. Scrap's ear twitched as a clear growl came from the polar bear, but to his dismay, it hadn't come from his mouth.

"Hey, are you hungry?" he said after swallowing what was in his mouth.

"I guess, but it's fine. Don't worry about me, Scrap." Barnacles replied as he turned his gaze to his right.

"No, no, no; you can't be hungry! If they find out you aren't eating, they'll know somethings up. Then I'll get in trouble!" He looked down and without a moment to waste, he kicked the plate of food into the cage. "Eat!"

"No thank you." Barnacles didn't even look at the plate when he replied.

"You have to!" Scrap argued, but Barnacles wasn't giving in.

"I'm not that hungry. Just… tired."

Scrap wasn't buying it, though. If there were any hint of hunger from the polar bear, despite potential sleep deprivation, Iron Claw would question why he wasn't getting fed. And none of the pirates would be dumb enough to overlook Scrap since they were giving the prisoner food. Iron Claw wouldn't hesitate to end his life.

A shiver ran down his spine and he began to panic. He scratched his arm in thought before studying Barnacles. Then an idea came to him.

"So… if you were to eat anything right now… what would it be?" he asked while fiddling with his claws

"Probably nothing you guys have on board; no offense."

"What about seal? Polar bears like seals, right?"

"Well yes, but I actually really like seaweed."

"Seaweed? Really?" Scrap turned his head sideways. He thought the stuff was plain and too green. But then his mind got to work and his eyes grew wide as he hatched a plan. Without saying a word, he quietly scurried away and only made known of his exit when the door to the brig closed shut. Barnacles turned to the door in question, just now noticing that the cat was gone.

"Scrap?"

Coming up the stairs, Scrap cautiously peered into the mess hall where three pirates were sitting at the table. Early in the morning, it was rare to see very many of his crew mates awake, but since the ship was in need of constant maintenance, they were all on rotation for duties. So, the pirates at the table were likely done for the morning—and most likely also tired and hungry.

This boded well for Scrap. It was usually during the early morning hours that he found the most luck with snagging some food, but it was still always a risk. So, a little instigation went a long way and there was no better time to start a fight than when cats are tired and hungry.

He turned his gaze to the door that led to the galley and smiled at his luck to see it slightly ajar. Slipping into the mess hall, he skittered like a rat to the wall and steadily made his way over to the door without being seen.

"Constantly nagging me." He heard a voice say from within, "I want lobster! I want crab! I want octopus! I want swordfish! Hows 'bout I feed ye yer own stomach, let's see how that works!"

Peering in, he saw the cook: a big ol' white cat that was second in size only to the large orange tabby cat sitting at the table enjoying a plate of scallops. As always, the cook seemed to be complaining about the newest grievance of the day. But this, Scrap knew, would make his mission fruitful.

Everyone knew the cook had some sort of hearing sensitivity. Hated loud noises; which is why he would lock himself in the galley nearly all day and yell at anyone who disturbed him. Now was as good of a time as any to enact his plan.

Scrap scurried over to the door way opposite the room and stood up on two legs now; whistling as he walked in—attempting to been seen as if just arriving. The three pirates glanced over at him, but went back to paying him no mind. He scooted into a chair next to one of them and the cat glared at him in return.

"Morning! What's for breakfast?" Scrap greeted a little uncharacteristically. The pirate just hissed at him and covered his bowl.

The one across from them scowled at Scrap, "Say that to Iron Claw and we'll see how quickly yer thrown in the brig."

"I was joking! Sheesh." Scrap backed down before disappearing underneath the table. He popped back up beside the tabby cat who wasn't paying heed to their conversation as he stuffed his face. But when he saw Scrap now beside him, he moved his plate of scallops out of arm's reach.

"Hey… big guy." Scrap whispered to him.

"Go away, Scrap!" the cat replied, though he didn't seem angry like the others, just worried.

"Nah, nah, nah, I'm not gonna take your food." Scrap reassured, "I just wanted to let you know, those two were talking about you again."

"Huh?" the pirate answered, hesitant to know more.

"Yeah, they were complaining about your love of scallops. And that your breath stinks."

The tabby cat slammed his paws down on the table which shocked the other two pirates out of whatever daze they were in. "Hey! My breath doesn't stink!"

Scrap disappeared under the table again while the other two cats just looked at each other, confused.

"What?" one of them said, looking at the 'big guy' as if he was nuts.

"And you don't see me talking bad about yer love of anchovies!"

"What are ye on 'bout?!" the two went back and forth, confusion driving anger, as Scrap silently made his way back over to the other side where the other two cats were sitting.

"Yeah, well… yer snoring is obnoxious!"

"Yer face is obnoxious!"

"Boot-licker!"

"Milk-drinker!"

"Tubby!" Scrap quickly hollered out in a deeper voice than his own. All three went silent and the two pirates looked at each other wondering which of them said that. But it was too late, as the orange tabby growled at them in rage and dove over the table and started attacking them.

Scrap hurried back over to the wall next to the door to the galley and in no time that door flew open with an upset cook standing in the doorway.

"Oi! Can't ye see that I'm working here!" the white cat screamed as he raised a pan up to smack the pirates with, "I'm gonna put you three in the brig with that bear if ye don't cut it out!"

With the window of opportunity, Scrap ran inside and quickly jumped up on the counter. He rummaged through the cabinets, moving aside boxes and cans before finally finding a jar of dried kelp. Without pause, he opened the lid and pulled out as much as he could carry before putting everything back and hurrying out of the galley.

The door to the brig opened and closed in one fluid motion; startling Barnacles again as a flood of insults, screams and banging metal briefly filled the brig.

"What is going on? What happened?" he questioned Scrap as the cat made his way over with both hands hidden behind his back. Apparently, he didn't seem to care about the commotion with that smile on his face.

"I…" he teased with a pause before drumming his paw on the cage door. Then quickly revealed what he was hiding behind his back, "got you some kelp!"

Barnacles was amazed, and frankly at a loss for words.

"You know… to… say… thank you." He added a bit awkwardly as no pirate would say such a thing. He placed the kelp down in the cage and took back the plate for himself.

"You're... welcome." Barnacles replied, looking down at the kelp with gratitude. "Thank you, Scrap." he added before taking a bite. It wasn't what he was used to, but it was very much needed. The polar bear glanced back at the cat—who had wasted no time in returning to stuffing his face—and smiled; shaking his head at the mannerisms of his new found friend.