Now, Narkissos had never been the sort to hang around Faysal. It was not that he didn't like or appreciate him- on the contrary, Narkissos greatly enjoyed a fellow so capable- but it was that, when the man was angry, the air about him would begin to seem frightening. On the other hand, when Narkissos would see him in a good mood, one knew that the day would go well. He used Faysal like a bit of a gauge, learning to figure out how things on the whole were going. Whenever he'd seen Faysal smile, nothing was ever boring, if not downright joyful. Narkissos grinned widely in return to the usually stern man and said, "Yes, and I do not mean to be greedy, but perhaps they will grant me a particularly good fish to cook properly as well. I had seen a tuna here at one point that was larger than a man of your size." His eyes glazed over a bit as he thought of what a work of art he could make with a fish that big, but soon he returned to the real world at Fawkes's call. He kept his smile bright and said, "Aye, I have many a recipe that uses them. If the Spanish are to be thanked for anything, those fruits are it." He then shook his head. "Such a shame that beef does not keep well. The two were made for each other."<br/><br/>Deciding that he was not going to get out the nets just yet, Narkissos scanned what of the deck he could see to find whether or not he was needed. Looking upward, he spied Taszu crawling to her feet. He put a hand on his hip and waved his other in the air. "Taszu!" he cried out, "It seems as though Ruby has managed to find a chink in that lucky armor of yours, eh?" Though he meant nothing of it, Narkissos knew that just about everyone on the ship retained some pride, and it was in good fun to tease a bit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>