Ocean's Rage

Log 4: When food arrives, eat

"I'm absolutely famished!" Elma cried, collapsing on the fur couch in the living quarters. Like the rest of the ship, it was a huge area, and there were at least four dozen people lazing around the room, eating or sleeping. The fur couches lined the walls, just under the rectangular windows that lit up the place. Around the floor, there were wooden barrels acting as small tables, each with three good-sized chairs around them.

Eddie sat down next to Elma and noticed that she had tightly buttoned up the blue jacket that Borris had given her. The two guys were almost disappointed, that is, before she unbuttoned the jacket and tugged the banana plant leaves she had wrapped around her chest off. Although they never did get to see the full view thanks to that damned jacket, seeing her tits bounce when she tugged off the leaves was still erotic as hell.

"Damn, those leaves were uncomfortable as hell to wear. Borris sure knows a nice jacket when he sees one." Jackie and Eddie were astounded to see Elma actually blush a little as she said his name.

How unlike Elma! Jackie thought, but decided against teasing her about this.

"Did I mention that I'm really fucking hungry?" She growled, starting to get pissed off now. Rosa shuffled over to Eddie. "I think we better get Elma some food before any of us."

He agreed, and quickly headed out of the room to the galley.

Jackie stretched his legs and grinned at Rosa reassuringly. "See? We got ourselves out of that one just fine." Elma tried to kick him, and he just narrowly dodged out of the way.

"Hell if we got ourselves out of anything! Your bullshit almost got us killed!" She scolded. Rosa had to agree. They had lost pretty much their entire crew to Blackbeard and the storm. She started tearing up.

"Oi, don't cry Rosa. Pirates don't cry, you know that?" Jackie patted her head gently, and Elma held her in her arms. She was the baby of the crew, but for her to go through something like this...

I can't forgive myself for any of this. Jackie thought, feeling the full weight of what he had done come crashing down on him. Mikel. Harvey. Zoff. Helen. Morgan. Alysha. Everyone were killed...because of my stupidity.

Rosa hid her face in Elma's jacket, and continued sobbing. Momentarily, at least, Elma had forgotten about her hunger to care for Rosa.

Thank God. When that girl starts eating, it takes five men to pull her away from her food. Just as he thought this, Eddie stumbled into the quarters with a big silver platter, piled high with cooked meat and fresh fruit from the island they shipwrecked on.

The other men and women in the room looked at him and his oversized platter in awe. Ignoring them entirely, Eddie hauled it onto the barrel in front of them. Elma almost tossed Rosa aside to get to the platter. She grabbed the steak nearest to her and chomped on it hungrily.

"One platter, is that clear? The next one is for the rest of us!" Jackie said, even though she probably couldn't hear him at the moment. He waved Eddie toward the galley.

Eddie stared at his lazy scumbag of a captain with a look of utter disgust in his eyes. Jackie stared back, with a smug look on his face. Eddie flipped the finger at him, and stomped back toward the galley for a second platter.

Jackie turned to watch him leave, and took an elbow to his head as he turned. "YEOW! ELMA!" She ignored his scream, and continued devouring the meat.

Meat? Huh? Where'd the meat go? Jackie realised she was even hungrier than they had actually thought. Three whole days without any real meat...holy hell. This ship might actually be fucked.