Serenes Island Kraken Barbecue

[redfootzeff]

Who: Spade Pirates, anyone else on Serenes Island back on April 13th
When: Backdated to April 13th a few hours after Ace's announcement of kraken eatables for everyone
Where: Serenes Island
What: Biggest barbecue as prepared by an amazing chef. Hope you all like kraken!
Warnings: None(?)
Style: Starting in prose but you pick!
Status: Open to all Spade Pirates and anyone else within smelling distance. All who are hungry will be fed!


With the kraken that Ace caught, Zeff got the opportunity to really flex his cooking muscle. It had been a while since he'd gotten his hands on a beast that size, and every morsel of it was going to be cooked. After all, Ace had announced it was going to be on the menu. Who was this chef to deny his captain?

He'd worked quickly and efficiently, butchering the great beast to separate out the different parts. Then had come the process of cooking it all. The smells coming from the outdoor kitchen he'd had set up would be enough to make anyone's mouth water: takoyaki (practically a requirement), pickled kraken, grilled kraken, kraken ink pasta, and the suckers both fried and made into soup. Of course, there were other foods on the menu to complement the meal: bread, fruits, vegetables, but the focus was largely on the remains of the beast that Ace had provided them.

Zeff set out the last of the drinks before bellowing, "Come and get it!"

Comments

[reluctantjinrou]

It smelled really good frankly. Enough for Natsuno to poke his head over the edge of the crow's nest. He stared down there for a moment.

Nope. Island was still evil. He glared at it. It was too bad, he liked takoyaki.

[redfootzeff]

Upon hearing that the young vampire was hiding out on the ship, Zeff had boxed up some of the wondrous bounty that he'd prepared and returned to the ship with it. Of course, there was the added problem that he couldn't carry the box and climb up the rope ladder to the crow's nest. He scowled up at the crow's nest in frustration.

"Dinner!" he shouted up towards the crow's nest.

[reluctantjinrou]

After a few moments he peered over the edge down at Zeff with bright red eyes. His stomach growled at the thought of having something to eat. He hadn't taken food up there with him when he panicked upon arrival.

"Uh..." Hm. What was he going to do about it? He really didn't want to go down there again.

[redfootzeff]

Zeff stared up at the bird for a moment. "You got any extra rope up there?"

[reluctantjinrou]

"Yeah there is."

That seemed like a good solution. It was in a box and if he did it carefully, he could pull it up. Natsuno tied one end of the rope to the railing and dangled the rest down towards Zeff.

[redfootzeff]

Zeff took the rope and tied it securely around the box.

"Pull it up. If there's anything in there you don't want, send it back down, and I can go switch it out with something you do like."

No need to waste food.

[reluctantjinrou]

Natsuno pulls it up carefully so as not to upend the box. He popped it open and peered at the contents, before peeking down at Zeff again.

"It looks great, thank you."

[fierybluebird]

While Marco had to be carried out of the forest by Ace and Naesala in turn, he enthusiastically came after the kraken.

And then maybe entered something of a staring contest with a chef.

Flowers.

In your hair.

You know you want them.

He will will you to want them.

They will be gorgeous.

Look at everyone else in their flower crowns.

Don't be the odd man out, chef!

Why does that icon look like it has hipster glasses?

[redfootzeff]

Zeff didn't back down, glaring at Marco.

Not happening.

Ever.

Forget it.

Because the rings around his eyes do XD that's why so much of his art gives him glasses

[fierybluebird]

What if he chirps and coos and tries to sneak them in there anyway?

Because he is, by the way. He totally is.

Ah...

[redfootzeff]

Zeff batted in annoyance at the blue bird of craziness. "Knock it off, Marco, or it's the freezer. Don't think I won't do it."

XDDD

[fierybluebird]

You don't scare him. You're only about as gruff as Fossa. And even Fossa has to deal with barrettes and flower crowns sometimes. And lipstick if Izou gets his hand on him.

Marco perches on one of the fridges for now, waiting. Come closer and he's totally dropping that crown on you, okay?

These two's CR. XD It makes me laugh so hard.

[redfootzeff]

Zeff glared at the bird. Well-played, Marco. Sooner or later, he'll have to go to the fridge. Nice tactic.

"Get off of there!"

[hiken]

His bad mood nearly erased when he smelled the end result of Zeff's cooking. Spearing through the air like a bullet, Ace likely stepped on somebody's face or back to shove them out of the way as he tried to get at the food first.

"Woohoo! It's been awhile since we've had some! Thanks for the eats, Zeff!"

[redfootzeff]

Zeff smirked with pride. "There's plenty more where that came from. Figured I'd save some of the leftovers to see what was getting eaten the fastest."

[hiken]

Ace couldn't have lit up anymore. He swung his legs over the table's bench, sitting down and pouring himself water from a pitcher.

"How are our supplies doin' with the takoyaki? It's probably gonna use a lot of our flour, huh?"

[redfootzeff]

Zeff nodded. "I've made enough bread to last us for a while along with holding some of the flour in reserve, but it's at the top of my list the next time we're in port."

[hiken]

With a heavy yawn, Ace pulled a few toothpicks of takoyaki and straightened his back. With his mouth shut, Ace bowed his head to Zeff and thanked him with a greeting and smile.

"Thanks for the meal!"

He began eating, chewing and swallowing quickly so he could at least get a bit of the taste in to continue the conversation safely, "Noted. Ahhh, so are the preserves keeping well? It's been awhile since I've salted anything, so I assume the supplies are fine."

[redfootzeff]

Zeff nodded. "I've been using some of the odd bits such as organs which can't be preserved as easily to stretch the salted meat a bit farther. I like keeping a backup supply in case we end up without wind for a week or two."

[bolincredible]

Well, Bolin had a flower crown, half the people on the island were still strangers, and apparently he was officially going to sail with a crew that enjoyed conquering and cooking enormous, intimidating beasts of the sea, which they pretty much threw a big party over. There was something to be said for eventful days. But hey, it could probably be weirder. He had faces from home to ease the adjustment process and he was already getting acquainted with a lot of weird-looking animals. The place was no Republic City, but it was still pretty nice.

And nobody had to tell Bolin to join the lineup for food twice. From there, he just kind of took a bit of whatever kraken parts looked the most interesting. Growing up on the streets had pretty much put him past actively disliking any kind of food, provided it was, you know. Food. It was a natural advantage, and what good was a developed taste if a person couldn't enjoy some fried suckers or pickled kraken when the opportunity came knocking? Try anything once, right?

"Wow! Who knew there were so many different ways to cook one kraken?" Not him, that's for sure.

[redfootzeff]

Welcome to the Spade Pirates, Bolin. Everything you just listed? It was only the beginning.

"This isn't even the half of it," Zeff stated, bringing over another tray laden with takoyaki. He smirked as he set it down on the table. "This is mostly just what can be whipped up quickly. The leftovers I'm going to store away to use in longer-cooking recipes while we're at sea."

[bolincredible]

"This is what you call whipped up?" There was a clear and present incredulity to his tone: Bolin had never in his life been difficult to impress before, much like he'd never had trouble expressing his enthusiasm over any and everything. And that hadn't changed since getting to this island. Back home, when he thought 'whipped up,' he generally thought of things like sandwiches, or that ancient recipe that secretly only meant throwing all the food you have into one pot to make it stretch.

"Then I've gotta say, sir, that you're obviously as talented as your moustache is impressive. Sooo, I guess you just kind of come from a place where people bring in sea monsters all the time? Or is it more of like a "one hundred ways to eat giant sea creatures" cookbook that you happen to own situation? Because they both seem pretty likely."

[redfootzeff]

"I'm a chef. It's what I do." He grinned with pride at that. "Used to be a ship's cook before I retired from piracy to run a restaurant on the sea. Best damn food in the East Blue if not all of them."

[bolincredible]

He whistled, impressed. A restaurant on the sea. Talk about cool ideas.

"That's some really accomplished stuff! Seems like a step back to be a ship's cook again now that you're here, huh?" Nobody had ever accused Bolin of thinking before saying whatever came to mind. He brought a hand up to his chin in thought, still holding the chopsticks and all. "But I guess it doesn't have to be a step back, either. You can have the best food in the East Blue, all those other Blues you're probably talking about, and have it for people from a bunch of different worlds all at once. I mean, I'm no expert or anything, but if they handed out trophies for this stuff, I'm pretty sure you'd have it in the bag by now."

[redfootzeff]

"Not really a step back. Cooking and sailing are my two passions."

Zeff chuckled at Bolin's betting he'd be the best cook on the seas. (At the rate the flattery is coming, he's going to be rewarded with Zeff learning his favorites that much quicker to be able to serve them. What? An old man's gotta have his pride.) "Good thing the eggplant isn't here. He'd throw a fit hearing you say that."

And oh how glorious that fit would be. Watching Sanji rage was always a joy.