<strong> "Hey marcus!"</strong>Tristyn shouted as he looked the food over with a big smile.  Marcus always treated Tristyn well which was odd and it didn't seem to fit well with the sailors jackass like attitude.  One would think that Tristyn deserved all shit that one man could handle and maybe a little more.  Yet this taller, burley, and always smiling sailor treated the Lt. like he was a brother.  Did they have history? were they friends?  What ever it was Tristyn seemed somewhat more relaxed near the black man versus anywhere else on the ship.<br/><br/>The blackman's head poked out from the door "what do wish Sire Phoenix?" he joked<br/><br/>Tristyn truthfully was looking for the one thing that made Marcus a true friend, his master work loaded mac and cheese.  It was a dish that the sailor could eat for all three daily meals needed.  Scoop the mac and cheese into a bowl, top it with cut up chicken, garnish it with tomatoes, bacon bits, and shredded cheese, and tada! It was a perfect meal, ffrom a great man.<br/><br/><strong> "No..cheese...mac..." </strong>he gave a puppy dog face pretending to cry as the cook just laughed "not today my friend, all out of mac, next week we'll have it in before we ship out up coast, so you can wait!" he shouted disappearing back into the kitchen.  Broken hearted he frowned looking around<strong> "it all seems mundane with out that"</strong>he said softly to himself forgetting she was there.<em>'cute photographer you dolt'</em>he nearly smacked his forhead as he began to turn.<strong> "Dani you gotta try Marcus' mac and..."</strong>He wanted to tell her about the most amazing thing ship held, however that is when it hit.<br/><br/>PAIN!<br/><br/>His eyes squinted as he lent forward bracing the counter top.  Lightning surged through him as he found his teeth gritting, white nuckles clenched as nausea settled in.<em>'dammit, why the fuck did you do that!?!'</em>his head screamed as he felt himself sweating.  He needed a few moments to regain himself as the pain died to a dull thrum in his side.<strong> "fractured,"</strong>he said through his teeth looking down<strong>"fucking ribs"</strong>his voice was low to not cause a scene.  Did she know what she did? did she do it intentionally? was it an accident? all the thoughts raced through his mind.<br/><br/>Anger soon became the dominant emotion as he once more turned her way pointing into her face.  His finger was angled upward and mear inches from her nose.<em>'you bitch! I told you the rib was fractured! You were the one who asked! or don't you care! you don't fucking care do you! What the hell is your problem!'</em>His mind wanted his lips to speak his true words but all she got was a low growl of anger mixed with a hint of pain and a<strong> "get your damn food!"</strong>in a soft hush.  He pushed past her almost knocking her over as he only held an apple.  He made his way to a table off near the enterance to the mess hall.  As he passed by, the Captain just smile up at him "enjoy lunch" the cocky old asshole of man said to Tristyn before the young sailor sat slightly secluded.