"Soup's on!" The shout echoed through every nook and cranny of the flying ship, and every one aboard heard it. A flood of pirates, clearly hungry after a day of, well, piratey things, crowded into the small doorway to the galley. Aris quickly came out of the kitchen, carrying a large turtle shell full of creamy, piping-hot turtle stew.<br/><br/>As the men ate, Barnaby looked at the girl and muttered "Just wait 'n see; they won't be able to stand yer cookin'." There was, in fact, no complaint nor cat-call from anyone there, they were far too busy feeding their faces.<br/><br/>Aris snuck out of the room full of increasingly-drunken pirates, two bowls of her stew in hand. She could hear them sing an old pirate shanty as she climbed the steps to the captain's quarters<span style="font-style: italic">"Yoho, Yoho, A pirate's life for me!"</span>