<span style="font-style: italic">"Hey Gibari, you back there?"</span>Gibari was in deep meditation when the call came. Although his idea of meditating consisted of cooking, the mountain of a man often partook in real meditation methods to help control his anger. Food, however, worked better. To him there was nothing more poetic, or relaxing, then the culinary practice of crafting delicious meals. It was one the only things that truly calmed his outrageous temper. A temper that he was widely known for. So to call him out like that was to be courting death, or at least that's what Gibari would tell them. A wafting aroma quickly caught his senses, however, and he inhaled deeply. It was the Lamb, carefully roasting on a spit, which would then be added to the Ramen Noodle Soup he had been making for breakfast. The Lamb and Noodles were to be complemented with crisp Bok Choy Leaves and sliced Mushrooms then plunged into a meaty Broth that was mixed with Rice Vinegar, Ginger and a hint of Chilli Flakes. It was relatively easy meal to make but with enough care and careful dedication to detail, Gibari had perfected the dish.<br/><br/>Some might have thought it strange to be having ramen soup for breakfast. But for Gibari, the menu was decided by whatever he felt like cooking at the time. There had been many a morning where he had served the crew of the<span style="font-style: italic">Ocean Horizon</span>a full sunday roast. Although it certainly was peculiar, no one would dare complain. Lest they desired to be on the receiving end of Gibari's wrath, which usually involved his great-axe; Kojin. Slowly coming to from his meditation, Gibari recognised the voice. It belonged to Aubrin, Ship Master onboard the<span style="font-style: italic">Horizon</span>. He hefted his massive frame from the chair he had been sitting on and walked out into the servery. it was filled with stacks of plates and copious amounts of cutlery to match. Usually he would have a kitchen hand to help him prepare and serve breakfast, however, he had recently banished his latest helper for daring to suggest more Soy Sauce with his Crab Rangoon "Hey there, little lady." He began, his mood softened by her childish looks.<br/><br/>However, Gibari quickly noticed the cabin boy, Klouvi was his name, mopping the floors of the galley. The usual scowl fixed upon his face. Gibari glared at him, the Cook had taken a major disliking to the boy ever since the time when the scrawny kid had discarded a dish of his famous Rabbit Stew to the floor during one of his tantrums.<span style="font-style: italic">'Ungrateful little shit.'</span>He thought. He was fortunate to still be alive. If it wasn't for the Captain, the boy would have been left to die or worse, picked up by another pirate crew and sold on as a slave. At least here he was safe, somewhat. Fletcher had never allowed anyone to harm the boy physically, he'd also given him food and offered him his own quarters but the kid only threw it back in his face by attempting to attack him. It grated at Gibari for him to disrespect the Captain like he did, which is why the rest of the crew acted similarly to how the Cook felt. Captain Fletcher had saved many of their lives, his own included, so to see this little whelp practically spit in the Captain's face, it was enough to make Gibari's blood boil. Turning back to regard the Ship Master, he forcefully changed his expression to a less angrier one, trying to take his thoughts off of the cabin boy. "What can I do you for?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><br/><br/>Fletcher had been sat facing the vast open skies for a while now. He could hear the other members of his crew beginning to stir. Life was returning to the<span style="font-style: italic">Horizon</span>. Soon the Main Deck would be filled with men and women going about their daily chores and his moments of peace would be lost to him.<span style="font-style: italic">'Time to move, then.'</span>He decided. He stood suddenly, taking one last look out toward the horizon, the great Tower of Shoel was gradually coming more and more into view with every passing moment. And, with each one, Fletcher's heart grew more excited. He smiled, relishing the feeling, which was unduly interrupted by the low growling of his stomach.<br/>He was hungry. Fletch wondered what Gibari had in store for them today. He often enjoyed The Angry Chef's cooking, his stews in particular. Merely thinking of the man's next delectable dish made him salivate. His turned on his heel and strode purposefully back towards the stairs leading down to the lower decks. As he did so, he was greeted by many of his crewmen and women. It was clear they respected him and Fletcher made sure to take the time to acknowledge everyone of them. Although it would take him longer to reach the galley, he didn't mind it at all.<br/><br/>"Heya Captain!" Came a shrill voice from behind. Fletcher stopped and turned to look who it was. He was greeted with the sight of a teenaged boy, barely older than he was when he left Shoel for the first time. The boy's name was Kai. He was the newest member of the crew, taken onboard only a week ago. Fletch had tasked Azar, his Quartermaster, with taking care of the boy and finding him a place on the ship. So far, he had been drifting around every part of the ship. Azar had done well to avoid his duty but Fletcher didn't mind too much. Kai seemed happy to float around and the crew didn't mind an extra hand. He was almost the polar opposite to Klouvi, another stray that he had found six months ago. That kid was trouble but Kai managed to fit in fine. It baffled him how to two could be so different.<br/><br/>"Well hey there, Kai." He replied. "You coming to breakfast?" He smiled at the kid. Kai's energy and happiness was certainly infectious but he possessed more than just high spirits. The boy was also a Shardstone User, something that everyone of the crew members living on the<span style="font-style: italic">Horizon</span>was. Some of them didn't know it yet, others did. But whether they did or not, Fletcher could tell. Thanks to his foster father's training and including the Archivist's final gift, Fletcher was one of the only human beings who could sense another Shard User. That was the reason why he kept Klouvi on board, whether he wanted to be here or not. Because if Cagen was right, then the boy wouldn't last in the world on his own.<br/><br/>"Of course!" Came the boy's reply, who bounded to his side. The pair of them then carried on down the hallway, headed for the galley. It didn't take them long to reach it, however, and soon they were greeted by the enchanting aroma of Gibari's latest culinary delight. Both Fletcher and Kai took in deep breaths then exhaled an audible sigh of joy. The large hall was starting to fill up now and Fletcher began greeting more of the crewmen around him.<br/><br/>"I wonder what the Chef has in store for us today." Fletcher said aloud and walked towards his seat at the table positioned at the head of the room. Once everyone else was seated, he'd say his morning speech, followed by a prayer, and then it'd be time to eat.