<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1e/Garret-Avi.jpg)</div>Name: Garret McShay<br/>Location: Black Jack – Galley<br/>Tag: Edie, Jess, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Garret had already looked in the gallery cupboard, but that didn’t stop him from looking again.  He knew what he would find, too few protein bars, some salt, a few balls of dust and a whole lot of hunger.  Not much to go on, especially when you are supposed to be the ships cook.  Now Garret could do a lot with some protein bars and minimal amounts of spices, but there wasn’t much even the high-falutent chefs of the inner system could do with this sorry set of ingredients.<br/><br/>He closed the steel cabinet, again and rested his arms on the bolted down countertop, his cheeks filling up with air before letting it out in a long slow sigh.  Garret looked around at the metallic walls and began to drum his fingers against the metal.  This was the worst part of being a vagabond, a gypsy, a wanderer, the boredom and the claustrophobia.  Garret spent most of his time in the cargo bay or the common area or here in the galley.  They were the largest spaces on the firefly class hauler known as the Black Jack and Garret liked the illusion of open places.<br/><br/>On the Black Jack Garret would forgo his usual vest and jacket.  If he wasn’t prepping meals he was handling cargo or assisting with anything requiring brute force and precision, none of those jobs were easy on good clothes.  Instead he had on a pair of comfortable pants held up by plain suspenders.  His white button up shirt sleeves were rolled half way up his forearms and a black bowler hat rested on his shaggy locks.  He was a man ready to work, with no job at hand.<br/><br/>“What I would give for a gorram steak right now.”<br/>