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Timestamp: 9:00am
Location: Oceana House Front Lawn, Florida
Introducing: Captain Bones Runnels @BrutalBx and Grayson Kaplan @Aces Away







“Adventure. By definition, to experience something daring, unusual or exciting.”

Captain Arthur Runnels stood at the forefront of the amassed faces of a brand new crew. He had been doing this for a long time now and he still hadn’t gotten used to the changing visages of those about to set sail with him. Even his own daughter, who stood out amongst the masses with her large curly dark hair which she had inherited from his late beloved, Tia. She had grown so much, yet somehow she had also stayed the same. In her face, he still could see the little chubby cheeked kid who would do handstands on every flat surface she could find. Still, when he gazed upon how beautiful she had grown, he saw her mother, he saw a girl who was ready to inherit the world and make it her own.

Pride, a word here that could not do his love for his little Korinna justice.

“Do not be mistaken, you all are about to embark on a wild and great adventure and you’re going to do it together.” In spite of his years abroad and living all over the world, Captain Bones never lost his thick southern drawl. “These people that you stand with, for this next season, these people are your friends, they’re your family. You have to rely on one another, trust one another. This ain’t no rodeo, this ain’t no stroll in a park. This is hard work, this is graft but the reward is so worth it. Part of that reward is sharing it with people you are bonded with for life.”

For his sins, as he stood addressing the troops, the Captain looked anything but like a General dictating to his army. His Bermuda shorts were bright pink and his white short sleeve shirt was unbuttoned to show a physique that should not look as at home as it did on a fifty five year old man. Bones’ hair was shaggy and his beard unkempt but both were hidden quite well by the brim of his cowboy hat. To any outsider, Arthur would look simply like a tourist, fresh off the beach and going on a bar crawl. Still, those offcomers didn’t know the truth of the matter. They didn’t know that he had served with distinction, they didn’t know the pain and the sacrifice that he had gone through. They didn’t know that deserved his R&R and time in the sun.

“Now the official housekeeping.” By Bones’ side sat a stunning English Bull Terrier, happily smiling as he scratched the top of her head. “For those of you who have forgotten after our interviews, My name is Captain Arthur Runnels. I served with the Coast Guard as an ATC Rescue Swimmer for years and no I will not tell you stories. Most people call me Bones but you can call me Captain. This is Sunny.” He motioned to the happy pooch. “She is my second in command and yes she is your boss.” He could hear the little polite chuckles from the group but neglected to tell them that he was being one hundred percent serious.

Taking off his hat, Arthur continued. “I’m a simple man. I don’t have that many rules and the ones I do have aren’t difficult to follow. Don’t embarrass the program. Don’t embarrass me. Don’t embarrass yourselves.” He ran his free hand through his hair. “When you're on charter, the guest is the priority, leave your personal shit at Oceana House…” He motioned to the building behind him. “…and you can deal with it when you get back and when you’re on your days off. Now I can tell, based on the bar tab you guys racked up last night at Calico’s that you like to party. I’m cool with that, that’s fine, we all like a good time but if your shit impacts the guest or the experience in any way, at the end of that charter you’ll get your pay, your tip and a plane ticket home. We don’t suffer fools here.”

After placing his hat back upon his head, Captain Bones clapped his hands together widely. “Now onto the good stuff!” With a grin from ear to ear, the cowboy descended from the picnic table he was using as a soapbox to continue his ra-ra speech. “You all look very fetching in your uniforms, which must be worn at all times on charter and when working around the compound. You can wear your civvies on your days off.” Slipping his hand into his breast pocket, the Captain fumbled for a moment before taking out his cell phone and presenting it to the gathered crew. “Room assignments have been posted in the CAP-app which you should’ve already downloaded by now. Your stuff has already been dutifully moved by some of our staff. You can have the next hour to settle in, get to know each other, if you didn’t get a chance last night that is, and when we…”

Before he could continue further, the nails on a chalkboard screeching of a breaking performance engine disrupted the calm Florida cool. From around the corner of Oceana house, a young man emerged with a grin akin to a rattlesnake. He, unlike the others congregated in the yard, was not dressed in the green and khaki CAP uniform. Instead he looked like he had just gotten back from a party.

“Yo!” He called out. “Sorry I’m late. I met these mad honeys last night at Clicky Joe’s or wherever the fuck we were and I got so turnt. Woke up in Boca Raton.” He stumbled into the crowd and mockingly saluted towards the Captain.

Tipping his hat slightly backwards, Bones let silence hang in the air whilst he glared with his deep blue gaze at the newcomer. His was not a look of understanding but of indifference. Despite his face never moving or giving away a feeling, his eyes told a different story. They stole a story of pure anger. “Mister Jonas Valmont, I’m assuming?” He didn’t need to assume. The Captain had taken roll call and knew exactly who was missing. Jonas had turned up the day before for orientation and had also gone out with the rest of the crew to Calico Jack’s; obviously since then his path had diverged. Bones didn’t wait for the boy to answer. He turned his gaze to another boy, standing in the front row of CAP enlistees and smiled. “You know what to do Mister Kaplan.”

“Yes sir,” The dark haired man answered, the irritated glare he’d been sending Jonas morphing into an expectant grin as he broke from his position and made his way toward the late comer. He’d already noticed the boy’s absence when he went around Oceana House this morning doing wake up calls, and he hadn’t liked him since he showed up yesterday, so this was a bit of a treat for Gray himself, as well. The negligent boy didn’t seem to notice anything wrong despite the silence and suddenly tense atmosphere, and once Grayson got close enough he dropped a heavy hand onto Jonas’ shoulder and angled him right back toward the corner he came around. “Right back out you go, trainwreck, thanks for stopping by-”

“Do you know who my father is? Get off me you cretin!” Jonas shrugged off Gray’s hand and pushed forward towards the Captain. “I don’t know who you think you are treating me like that but I’ll have your ass for even thinking about touching me.” The nepo baby in waiting exasperatedly lifted his hands up in the air. “What is this? I’m a little late so you’re gonna give me a plane ticket?”

“Yup.” Captain Bones motioned towards the exit. “You come in here, acting the fool, hours late, stinking of booze and now with attitude. Yeah your ass is grass, son. I’ll have a driver take you to the airport. I’m sure your parents will be thrilled that you’ll be joining them in the Hamptons.”

The grip on the scruff of Jonas’ collar was far less forgiving than the one that had previously landed on his shoulder, and Gray’s smile had completely disappeared the moment the arrogant kid made his way toward Bones. Not giving him another chance to shake him off or complain, Gray yanked just enough to send Jonas off balance and then started beelining right to the car around the corner, the rich boy trying desperately not to trip backward over his own suddenly stumbling feet or get choked by his own collar.

“Honestly, man, you got in here on privilege and you couldn’t even hold it together through the ceremony,” Everyone could hear Gray’s heavy, disappointed sigh as they hit the corner and disappeared, the open air doing little to muffle the conversation. “That’s damn sad.”

Jonas squirmed for a few moments longer before he fully realised the inevitability of his situation. He had spent the better part of twenty years, his entire life essentially, using his family name to get out of a jam. Yet he could tell that it wouldn’t be enough, at least in this instance but whatever happened, this wasn’t over. The Corsair’s were not going to get the better of Jonas Valmont. “You think I care what you fucking say, little doggy?” The heir spat. “Kick me out? Kick ME out? Oh I’ll watch this place burn. Mark my fucking works and take them to the bank.”

“Doggy? Jesus, you’ve got absolutely zero chill,” Gray frowned, not surprised but also far from amused. He'd been called worse when acting as the Captain's security man. Jonas wouldn’t be the first rich kid to threaten the program with mommy and daddy’s money, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last, but this is the fastest someone had managed to get on both Bones and Gray’s bad side. “Also, the bank doesn’t accept worthless things, so take your word and trash it along with your attitude. If you wanna be all pissy about it, put some fucking work into yourself and try again next year. Walk in respectfully and prove us all wrong,” He opened the back door of the waiting car and nodded to the regular driver behind the wheel before putting his hand on Jonas’ head and shoving him in like he had just been detained. Pulling out his phone now that his hands were free, he used his body to block the boy’s chance at escape and then commented, “We’ll make sure your bags get to the airport before you take off, safe flights and thank you for attempting the Corsair Adventure Program!”

He slammed the door shut, never happier for the child lock feature than he was right now. Once the information needed had been dealt with, Gray slid his phone back into his pocket and made his way back around the corner as the car drove off behind him. Slipping back in quietly, he made his way back to his spot in the front row and retook his position with a nod to Captain Bones.

With a tip of the hat to appreciate the Bosun's hard work, Arthur looked to his daughter in the crowd. “When we’re done here, remind me to comb through the applications and find another Culture Guide, ok PeaPod?” Returning his attention to the crowd, which had remained all but silent during the Jonas debacle, the Captain continued. “Now that that’s over with. You can see my tolerance for stupid… I don’t have any. Now, relax, enjoy yourselves. In an hour we’re going to do a preference meeting for our first guests of the season. And wouldn’t you know it, we got a celebrity in our midst.”

Arthur jumped down from his soapbox and gestured towards the sea, which sat shimmering in the morning sunlight just off to the side of Oceana House. “We here are the black flag raisers, the rebels, the outlaws and we’re on the run. Our destination, our goal, the glory and the booty in which we seek, it’s out there, just waiting for us, waiting for you. Let’s go find the magic beyond the horizon. Dismissed.”
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Timestamp: 7:45am
Location: Oceana House
Introducing: Morgan Simmons, Doug Gillespie, and Kori Runnels
@BrutalBx & @Melissa


This was not how things were supposed to go.

No, waking up with a pounding headache and nausea that came in tidal waves on her very first day of work was not how Morgan Simmons intended to start off this adventure. In fact, she was almost certain that this was the exact opposite of making a good first impression. But then again, it wasn’t her fault that Calico Jack’s version of a Vodka Cranberry was a cup of liquor with a few drops of juice. Was it even possible for a bar to sustain itself off of pours like that?

She squeezed her eyes shut to combat the intruding sunlight, and when she rolled over to avoid it further, she found herself pressed up against something solid. No - someone.

Oh no.

It all came rushing back.

Karaoke. Shots. Laughter. His hand on the small of her back as they leaned into each other at the bar. The way he looked at her like she was the only person in the room. A whispered suggestion. A shared cab ride back to the house. And then…

As the scent of cologne mixed with whiskey and something distinctly male filled her senses, she warily peeled her eyes open and took in the broad chest in front of her. It rose and fell in steady, peaceful breaths, the kind that suggested no existential crises or creeping regrets lurking beneath the surface. Very much unlike her at that moment.

The brunette stifled a groan and propped herself up on her elbow, the throbbing in her head punishing her for the movement. Her gaze trailed upward to a strong jawline dusted with the beginnings of morning stubble, lips slightly parted, and thick lashes fanned across his cheekbones.

Unfortunately, he was gorgeous.

Even more unfortunately, she had absolutely no recollection of his name.

She closed her eyes again, sifting through the fog of last night’s events and recalling the thick accent that had curled around her with such ease. He had been smooth, confident - dangerously charming. The kind of charm that really should have come with a warning label. Was it something with a D? Danny? Darren?

God, she was screwed.

Maybe she could just… slip out before he woke up and pretend this never happened. A first-day disaster narrowly avoided. Morgan swallowed hard and carefully untangled herself from the sheets, moving inch by painstaking inch toward the edge of the bed. One foot touched the cool hardwood, then the other, the girl holding her breath as she attempted her escape.

“I’m pretty confident this is your room, so I think it’s me that should be making that daring escape, petal.”

Dougie Gillespie sat up swiftly like a monster from a horror movie, albeit a beautiful one. He pressed a palm to each of his pale blue eyes to hide from the morning lights glare of judgement. This wouldn't be his first or his last hangover, the guys and gals in his band back in Tyneside, No Future, they knew how to party but the crew he was with last night, God Almighty in heaven above, they went fucking hard.

Moving his hands away from his face and resting them down to lean against, Doug looked at the girl that had tried to Steve McQueen out of the room which he was pretty sure was hers anyway. As soon as he caught a side glance from her deep chestnut gaze, he was instantly transported to the previous evening.

After sinking a few pints (American ones, so they weren’t the proper job but they would do) and a decent amount of Scottish whiskey, Calico Jack had convinced Doug to get up and sing. He wasn’t against singing in public but after a skinful of booze, he didn’t want to tarnish his reputation. Still, the man’s moustache was hypnotic and even Dougie couldn’t say no. When he got up and began to work the room, he couldn’t help but be drawn in by the stare of a brunette. The way she was looking at him, it was like she was the only person in the audience.

“I imagine you’re pretty freaked out right now? Don’t be.” The Geordie boy climbed out of the bed on his side, slipping perfectly into the waiting crumpled jeans on the floor. “This doesn’t have to be anything you don’t need or want it to be.”

Morgan froze, her pulse pounding in her ears almost as loudly as her headache. He was entirely too smooth for someone who had just woken up, and she couldn’t decide if that was a relief or an additional layer of mortification. The worst part? He was right. Her gaze darted to the corner where her barely unpacked suitcases sat neatly, an undeniable reminder that this was, indeed, her room.

She turned slowly, hugging the sheet to her chest like some flimsy shield against the reality of the situation.

“I’m not… freaked out,” She answered, her voice raspier than she would have liked. She watched him as he pulled on his jeans, the muscles in his back flexing as he stretched. He really was unfairly attractive. If only she could remember his name.

Realizing a little too late that she was barely clothed herself, her brown eyes searched the vicinity for something else to cover her body with other than the thin fabric between her fingers. Thankfully, a flash of burnt orange came into view and she quickly reached for the University of Texas shirt poking out of her suitcase, practically yanking it over her head. “You say that as if this isn’t your first rodeo.”

“Well…it’s not.” Dougie did the utmost he possibly could to remember all the respect that his Nan taught him to have for a woman, especially those that were feeling particularly vulnerable but damn, it was hard not to allow eyes to wander when they were looking upon something as beautiful as the girl now wrapped up in a college shirt. “Based on what I do remember from last night, not yours either.”

He narrowly avoided some other garments that had scarred across the floor to make his way to his shirt which hung over a lampshade. As he began to dress himself, the mountaineer once again looked at his previous evening's dance partner. “I’m pretty sure this was Diego’s room last year. He was a fun guy, awful bloody hair though.” He spoke quite nonchalantly before turning his large frame around and facing the pretty southern girl with folded arms. “This your first season?”

Fort Lauderdale was a Mecca for anyone in the travel industry. Cabin crew for planes, yachtees working on boats, those like the CAP enlistees, everyone congregated here. After a while it became easy to recognise those that had served their time and those that were fresh greenhorns looking for a slice of adventure. Doug himself had only done one season with CAP but it was one of the funnest and most exhilarating times in his life. He couldn’t help but openly ponder if this girl was in the same boat as he once was.

Heat crept up Morgan’s neck, his comment sending her back to hours earlier - the haze of alcohol, fragments of flirtatious banter, his touch against her skin. She remembered the chemistry between them, undeniable and magnetic, but somewhere along the way the lines had blurred and she’d completely forgotten about the implications. She hadn’t been thinking straight, hadn’t meant for things to go as far as they had, but there they were.

“You’ve got me there,” Exhaling, she ran a hand through her chocolate colored hair, touseling it almost in silent hope that it might lessen her headache or bring forth the key detail she was missing from the night prior. Dean? Derek? She found herself practically going through the letters of the alphabet as she not-so subtly watched him get dressed while his back was turned.

“Yeah, first season,” And starting out quite interestingly, she wanted to add, but she bit her lip to avoid finishing her train of thought. The job at CAP was a stepping stone for Morgan, she was here because it would afford her the opportunity to set off on her own journey one day, and her grand plan included the freedom she craved. But now, facing this stranger who seemed to be remarkably comfortable in the aftermath of their chaotic night, Morgan wasn’t sure she’d prepared adequately for this side of the gig. “I take it you’re not new around here?”

“Nah.” Dougie shook his head. “This is my second tour.” He answered. “Lot of new faces floating around Calico Jack’s last night, yours included. Never forget a face, me; yours included, again.” He tilted his head, breathing in her stare and analysing the look upon her visage. It didn’t take a body language expert to see how uncomfortable she was feeling. “By that way you're staring at me, as much as I would like to think it’s because I’m a gorgeous piece of steak, I imagine it’s more likely that you're trying to place me, remember my name?”

At least in his mind if Doug addressed the girl playfully, it might put her at ease. Their current situation could be addressed in various ways, not all positive and he didn’t want the poor thing to stress herself at something as natural as hooking up at a bar. “It’s Doug, by the way, most call me Dougie.” The boy offered her a gentle, reassuring smile. “Why don’t I go to the bathroom, let you get dressed? It’s early still, we don’t have a roll call for another hour.” His grin was boyish, effortless. “We could go get breakfast and talk about supper last night.”

Morgan opened her mouth, ready to salvage whatever scraps of dignity she had left, but no words came. Instead, she promptly shut it again, a pinkish hue gracing her fair cheeks. Doug, that was his name. At least she’d been on the money with the first letter. The memory finally surfaced of him approaching her at the bar and introducing himself after his performance, accent and all that made her nearly swoon. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been in a situation like this before- because she had on more than a few occasions- but waking up next to someone she was supposed to be working with? That was a whole new level of ‘what the hell have I done’.

“Look Dougie,” She emphasized his name but her voice came out softer than intended, her throat dry. She swallowed and pushed forward, offering the blonde a small, sheepish smile. “Last night was fun, believe me, I had a really great time with you,” Dougie, of course, only looked more amused. His smile was easy, like he had all the time in the world to let her flounder through this awkward speech.

Why did he have to be so attractive? And charming - suggesting breakfast like this was no more than a rom-com. He was making this exceptionally difficult.

“But we both know this is… probably not the best idea.” She gestured vaguely between them, hoping he’d take the hint without making her say it outright.

“Alas, my poor heart.” Doug feigned heartbreak with a dramatic clutch of his chest. He almost dropped to one knee but even he thought that maybe that move was a bit too much. He straightened himself up and the damndest smile returned to his handsome face. “Don’t worry, I’m not about to make your first day even more awkward.”

In hindsight, Doug really should’ve thought about what he was doing the previous night. He knew how wild the orientation party at Jack’s could get, he suffered for it the previous year when he woke up naked on the roof of Oceana house except for a traffic cone he wore as a hat. This girl, Morgan, was out there, trying something special, exciting and he may have helped her do something she regretted, or at the very least didn’t want to do straight away. Dougie, as a rule, tried not to have any regrets, tried not to overthink things but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t stop others from doing as such.

“We had fun, it was a good night, let’s just leave it there and get on with having a great season. You’re gonna love this, Morgan.” He winked at the girl knowingly, a little soft jab for not remembering his name. “Let me just wash my face and I’ll get out of your hair.” Doug already knew where the bathroom was and made his way inside to tidy himself up before the assembly.

Morgan let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding as the blonde disappeared into the bathroom. She hadn't expected him to be so... cool about this. No awkward insistence, no attempts to change her mind. Just an easy smile and a wink that made her stomach twist and body warm in ways she didn’t even want to acknowledge.

Oh, she was so screwed.

“Get it together, Simmons,” The brunette muttered under her breath as she rubbed her temples, the remnants of last night’s drinks still humming at the edges of her mind. The last thing she needed was to get tangled up in something complicated before the season even started. She was here to work, after all, it was part of her job to be professional, and what had transpired between her and Dougie last night was anything but.

Hopefully, everything only went up from here.

Korinna took her job as serious as a heart attack, she had to. CAP was her parents' baby, their beloved. It was something that she knew, no matter how many times he denied it, that her father used to remember her late mother. Kori felt the all too familiar pang of a daughter's guilt in her heart; as time passed, the memory of her mother continued to slip away with the passage of her aging. If not for pictures, she would have forgotten her face by now. If not for videos, she would have forgotten her voice. The curly haired woman hated every iota of that with a passion. She didn’t want to forget the woman that gave her life.

The accusation of nepotism was not lost on Kori, she knew what people thought when they saw her. Yet this industry, it was in her blood. From her parents to her grandfather, her love for the islands and nature herself; she cared so deeply that the iron brand of Nepo-baby she wore, she wore it proudly. Kori lived for this and she worked hard for this and she would be damned to the depths if she let anyone mess it up for her, or her family.

Which was the main reason she asked to room with Morgan Simmons. She told her Dad not to hire the girl, nothing on her application screamed Corsair. Yet for all his faults, her dad was nostalgic and seeing that the Simmons girl was from the same area he was born and raised, pulled on his heartstrings. Then the previous evening, she watched the girl kick the hornets nest, shake up the status quo and stand out in a crowd, craving attention. Kori knew she would need to keep an eye on this one, straighten her out if she needed to, no one was going to jeopardise everything her father had built.

She opened the door to the room, greeted by the sight of Morgan in nothing but a t-shirt and a distinct smell of something she knew but could not place. “Really? You’re just getting up now?” Kori wheeled her suitcase into the dorm and parked it next to the writing desk. “We’ve got to be downstairs in like an hour. Have you even bothered to press your uniform yet?”

“Oh my god,” Morgan’s eyes went wide as the door swung open and she was immediately faced with the sharp, scrutinizing gaze of the captain’s daughter. She’d only learned last night that this was very much a family business, and if there was one thing that was immediately clear, it was that Kori took that fact incredibly seriously.

She moved like a storm front rolling in, her dark curls bouncing with the force of her entrance. There was no hesitation, no pause - just pure, unshaken authority as she strode inside. One could just feel the judgment radiating off of Kori, the kind of intensity that suggested she had impossibly high standards and no patience for anyone who didn’t meet them. And now, here she was, standing in the middle of the room like a drill sergeant who’d just laid eyes on the weakest link.

“Have you heard of this thing called knocking?” The brunette scrambled immediately, throwing open her bag and grabbing the first pair of pants she could find, nearly tripping over herself as she yanked them on. She was caught somewhere between last night’s decisions and the creeping reality of the morning, her brain still playing catch-up.

Which was probably why it took her a second to register the suitcase Kori had wheeled in behind her.

“Please tell me that’s not yours.”

“No, it’s Lance’s.” Kori couldn’t help but roll her dark eyes at the newcomers' stupidity or naivety, she wasn’t sure which more accurately portrayed Morgan yet. “Of course it’s mine, didn’t you read the CAP App? I mean you must’ve since you found your way here last night.” The Captain’s daughter was not against a good time by any means, if you asked some of the old hands of the crew they’d tell you that Korinna could be as wild as the best of them but she never made a show of herself and she always put the job first.

Kori liked to think she was a good judge of character and she was sure as soon as she saw Morgan that she was hiding something. Something was just a little off about the girl and she couldn’t figure it out yet, but she would. Korinna always got the job done. That was why she asked for this room assignment. She wasn’t going to let this be a puzzle left unsolved.

“Your uniform should already be hanging up in the closet. Skort and polo. That’s what we wear unless you are on adventure. Chop chop.” Kori did not have time to play around with Morgan and watch her squirm, as satisfying as she might find it; the Captain, Dad, was waiting. She took off her own shirt without provocation and made her way to the closet, opening up to look at the multitude of uniforms already there. “Larger set is mine, obviously.” Morgan was skinnier and looked to be a bit smaller than Kori; she actually looked amazing. What a bitch.

She was rooming with Kori?

Morgan’s stomach dropped. She clearly hadn’t read the app closely enough, or she had and simply chose to ignore it. Of all the people she could’ve been stuck with for the season, it had to be her. The captain’s daughter. The human embodiment of a performance review. She could feel Kori’s eyes dissecting her every move, and it made her skin prickle with irritation.

“Skort?” She echoed, wrinkling her nose as she turned toward the closet. Sure enough, there it was- a neatly pressed uniform, a skort and top. It looked deceptively innocent, like it wasn’t about to become the bane of her existence.

Fucking hell.

And as Kori made herself right at home and began to change, Morgan came to the incredibly unfortunate realization that Dougie hadn’t left yet. He was still here.

Of course, somehow it gets worse!

She needed to get Kori out of here - just for a few minutes - long enough to deal with the blonde boy in the bathroom who was completely unaware that she had barged in like she owned the place. Because she did own the place. Morgan couldn’t let Kori see him - no way in hell was she giving her more ammunition to doubt her judgement - so she needed to come up with something, and fast.

“Say, Kori, you wouldn’t mind just giving me a little bit of time to freshen up? Alone?” Morgan forced a tight-lipped smile, tilting her head just enough to feign innocence, layering on her best southern charm. “You know, shake off the morning fog, get myself looking presentable. First impressions and all.”

Kori narrowed her eyes slightly. The soft southern belle wouldn’t work on her, not by a long shot. She had tried and failed to master it herself, too much of her mother in her, she always thought. The cowgirl roots weren’t overly strong in her, in spite of her father’s family. Morgan was just lucky that Kori needed to freshen her make up. At all hazards, one must keep up appearances; Grandma Martha taught her that and she was the most glamorous rancher's wife in all of Texas.

“That’s fine.” Korinna spoke rather bluntly as she began to rummage through a small black bag she had removed from her case in search of some lipstick. Maybe she was being too hard on the brunette? Maybe Morgan needed to be given more of a chance? After all, they were going to be rooming together all season and this would likely be Kori’s last. She didn’t want to make it a miserable one. “You know, my Dad doesn’t tend to waffle for too long, he’s not a talker. Maybe once he’s done, you and I can head to Eden, get some breakfast and..”

She was interrupted by the sudden opening of the bathroom door. “DOUGIE WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“I was gonna climb out of the window…but there’s no window.” Doug confidently strode out of the wash room with that damn grin across his face. “Lovely to see you Kori, hair looks lush, lot of volume and hey, did you gain an ab?” He turned to look at Morgan. If telepathy was a thing, he would be trying to tell her that he was attempting to create a distraction so that she didn’t worry but something told him that he didn’t possess that particular superpower. “We roomed together last year. She’s a snorer, she loves the weed, loves all animals and Buffy the Vampire Slayer but I mean, same, Sarah Michelle Gellar is lush.”

Morgan pinched the bridge of her nose and inhaled deeply, attempting to remain composed even as disaster unfolded before her. Just when she thought she had the chance to get out of this situation unscathed, her golden opportunity gloriously backfired. The brunette exhaled slowly, eyes darting from Dougie back to Kori, already bracing for whatever fresh judgment was coming her way from the latter of the pair. She doubted that her breakfast invitation would still stand after this.

“Solid attempt, but not helping, Dougie.” The brunette muttered, shaking her head and folding her arms across her chest as if that could shield her from the absolute trainwreck of a morning she was having. Next time she went to Calico Jack’s - if there was a next time - she was sticking to water. Ice cold, non-alcoholic, water. Her gaze pinned on Kori, who looked about five seconds away from writing up a full report on her moral failings and leaving it on the captain’s desk for him to peruse at his leisure.

“All I’m saying is that if you had knocked, we could have avoided this entirely.”

“Why would I knock when it’s my room?” Kori said in retort. “It’s not my fault you didn’t read the app and it isn’t my fault you brought a stray dog home with you last night…no offence Dougie…no actually yes some offence intended. You’re an asshole. What are you still doing here? Go get ready!”

Doug learned much after his first season last year, one such thing he learned was that one did not cross a pissed off Kori Runnels lest they and the world suffer the wrath of the Goddess Calypso. Picking up his shoes from the ground, the British boy offered the ladies a gentlemanly bow. “I always wanted to do the walk of shame with me heels in hand. Really makes a boy feel special…” The red glare from the Captain’s little girl was enough to send a shiver down the spine of even the most grizzled of veterans. Clambering over a suitcase, Dougie popped a peck of a kiss on Kori’s cheek. “Love ya.”

Rolling her eyes with a sigh in her lips, Korinna placed her hands on her hips. She tried to stifle a smile. Doug was very much like an annoying friend who couldn’t stay out of trouble but who you couldn’t help but love because beneath the nonsense sat a heart of gold. He was always effortlessly comfortable in her presence and he never tried to be anything less other than what he was, she appreciated that. “Love you too, now get out of here before I slap the shit out of your ass.”

“That a promise? I’ve been a bit bunged up for like three days.” Taking the win, Doug moved past the dark skinned girl and to the previous evening's paramour. He settled his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “You’re gonna love it here. I guarantee it.” His words were genuine, he really wanted Morgan to relax and not stress but then, of course his sweet sayings were swiftly followed by a Dougism. “Right, I’m gonna go see a man about a dog. See you lasses at the big kahuna’s speech. Auf Wiedersehen!” He kissed the top of Morgan’s chocolate head before darting out of the room at breakneck speed.

With her hands still on her hips, Kori let out another sigh before cocking a single eyebrow and staring a hole through her new roommate. “Speaking of dogs…” She let that hang in the air for a moment. “Guess whose turn it is to walk Sunny this morning?”

Morgan exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face before shaking her head.

“You know what? Fine. At least she won’t be giving me the third degree before breakfast.” She ran a hand through her tangled hair. “Sunny and I are gonna get along just fine.”

She mulled over Dougie’s parting remark as she looked around for her sneakers. It was hard to imagine loving anything about this situation right now- not with Kori already watching her like a hawk, not with the looming threat of the captain’s inevitable disappointment, and certainly not with the hangover she’d acquired at Calico Jack’s. Man, she really needed to have a word with that guy later.

But she was here, wasn’t she? She’d made it through the application process and the interview, and somehow landed a spot on this season’s crew. Whether Kori liked it or not, Morgan had just as much of a right to be here as anyone else. And despite the rocky start, there was still time to prove that she could handle it. Morgan met the curly haired girl’s gaze, something steely settling in her chest. She didn’t like being doubted, especially not by someone who barely knew her.

Challenge accepted.
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Timestamp: 9:10am
Location: Oceana House, Front Lawn

Watching Jonas be booted out by Gray left Kori with a deep satisfaction. She didn’t want anyone to put her family’s legacy at risk and piss-ant Nepo babies were very high on that list. Amongst the sea of crewmen, lined up like soldiers in front of her father, Korinna watched Morgan with a sniper's eyes. She stood next to the new chef, Viktoriya and a few rows in front of that damn Doug. The girl was deep in her crosshairs and she would just wait for the perfect moment to pull the trigger.

Still there was plenty of time for that. For now, as her father had asked, Kori needed to think back through the applications and see if there was anyone in there that would be a suitable replacement for Jonas as Culture Guide. Perhaps that could be a perfect challenge for her little roommate to prove her mettle? Comb through hundreds of resumes to find a new crew member. Then again could she trust Morgan’s judgement? Based on the day's events, that was doubtful.

On the complete opposite end of the spectrum, watching Jonas get swiftly removed left Morgan feeling like her stomach had just bottomed out. They really weren’t kidding in the manual when they mentioned the plane ticket home. While she couldn’t see her, Morgan could feel Kori’s stare burning into her back from a few rows behind, almost as if she was warning her, ‘you’re next’.

The brunette swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep her posture tall and her expression schooled and unreadable. She knew better than to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. Still, the weight of the captain’s words coiled tight in her chest. One wrong move, one misstep, and she’d be following Jonas out the door. Last night and this morning had been a lapse - she had to be better, she needed to take this seriously.

The murmurs of the crew were a low hum in Morgan’s ears as the meeting wrapped up, and she felt her gaze lingering on Captain Bones a second too long, studying his kind looking eyes and the way he commanded the room with little more than a glance.

Failure wasn’t an option. Not when she had so much more to lose than anyone realized.

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Timestamp: 6:15am
Location: Oceana House, top balcony
Introducing: Zenith Arison
Featuring: Grayson Kaplan and Piper Vanderbilt








Zenith had snuck out of his room so as not to wake his new roommates about fifteen minutes before sunrise, creeping gently down the foot of the bunk beds and being respectful enough to not jump down childishly like he usually does. He’s sure Gray would be proud of his thoughtfulness. What Gray would not be proud of was the empty bunk beds across the darkened room. Piper was fine, probably asleep somewhere else in the house as she is wont to do. That other guy though, the loudmouth with more privilege than sense, Jonas, never came home last night. Last year, Calico Jack’s heavy handed pours almost had Zenith be the person that didn’t make it home, but Gray had hauled him over his shoulder and put him to bed like he was used to such routine, saving him his spot in the program. It looks like whatever the Valmont heir had said to Grayson pissed him off as much as Zen’s own conversation with the privileged prick, because Gray didn’t help him like he’d helped Zen.

Good riddance. Zen came from money too, so did Piper and a few other CAPpers, and neither of them were senseless enough to act the way Jonas had last night, it was downright embarrassing.

Padding barefoot down the hall to the common balcony that faced the eastern horizon, and mindful of his previously inebriated state from the night before, the second season Air Activities Guide leaned heavily against the sturdy metal railing that proudly surrounded the open space. Typically, he’d be sitting on this railing, but this morning? Maybe once his balance had been fully regained. He rested his forehead against the cool surface for a moment, doing a few small stretches to limber up while he waited for the beautiful mass of flaring plasma that greeted him to create each new day.

It always seemed to be a contest between him and Gray on who could get up earliest, which was incredibly fun last year when they were roomed together because Zen made it a part of his morning routine to get a prank in before Gray woke up if the younger was lucky enough to be up before him. It was surprisingly rare, as apparently Gray has been getting up before dawn for most of his life, between training from his brother and the Captain himself and living with some old bubbe with a morning routine of playing swing records as high as the speakers would allow, the older man woke up before the sun on instinct. Zen still needs his phone to vibrate his alarm to wake him, even after getting up this early his whole life.

Just like always, Gray had gotten up before him, as evident by the cup of coffee that suddenly appeared in Zen’s peripheral when he finally lifted his head up. That means he’s already gone around the compound cleaning up after everyone’s drunken stumbling last night as well. If the way to the balcony hadn’t been so dark, Zen was sure he would have seen pristine common areas and little stacks of personal items stacked outside their owner’s rooms, all ready for the arrival of the Captain or their guests.

“You’re a godsend~!” Zenith groaned, following the cup as it was pulled away and frowning when a small cup of water took its place, Gray switching them out as he turned around. “Noooooooo!” He made grabby hands at the withheld caffeination. How was he to enjoy another radiant rising of the sun without his sugar and cream filled hot bean juice?

“Water first, then coffee,” Gray commanded, face stern as he stared Zenith down. “And drink the water slowly, don’t need you throwin’ up.”

“You’re a devil.

“And a godsend? Man I’m really playing both sides,” Gray rolled his eyes at his former roomie, making sure Zen took the water from him before turning back towards the side table he’d set his drink tray on, intending to grab his own coffee that he’d set there.

Only to blink when it was missing.

“Pipes, seriously? You don’t even like coffee,” The oldest grumbled as he found his mug caged behind perfectly manicured nails. A dark lipped cheshire grin met him in response before she tilted the lip of the mug and took a sip, the smile stretching further when Zen managed to nab his mug out of Gray’s light grip, procuring the only other cup of coffee on the balcony. “You’re both manaces.”

“I like orange juice even less,” The blonde stewardess of the Thunderbird replied, nodding toward the cup of said juice that Gray had brought up for her. Zen smirked at her when she winked at him and without any words they both reached out and clinked their mugs together in cheers, taking a long sip in sync. “And calling me a menace is practically a compliment, you know.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. And the water? I brought you water too. Two drinks that weren’t mine.”

“I stayed hydrated last night,” The girl responded, reaching down beside the lounger she had slept in last night to reveal an almost empty water bottle. Zenith didn’t even try and stifle the laugh at the look on Gray’s face, just managing to pull away from his mug before he sprayed the liquid everywhere.

“I hate you both.” Gray turned around immediately after that statement, heading back inside to grab himself a new mug, ignoring the laughing and goading behind him.

“I know you love me or I wouldn’t be here!” Zenith whisper-shouted after the closing door, not wanting to wake anyone inside up. Once Gray was gone, Zen released a good natured laugh. “Poor fuck, such a patient Den Mother. Can’t wait for the first time I make him go volcano.”

“His explosions on you are legendary. It’s honestly impressive you can get him to that point.”

Zenith laughed, leaning back over the railing, elbows propped up so he could continue holding his coffee. “Thanks, it’s a gift. Still proud of the time I goaded him into a wrestling match and he suplexed me onto the couch. Glad to this day that the Captain sprung extra for comfortable furniture, too.” Zen grinned out at the horizon as the sky began its change. “I don’t have siblings, but I imagine Gray is like what a brother would be like for me.”

“Awwww, how sweet,” Piper grinned behind him before finally swinging her legs over and planting her feet on the concrete, pushing herself up and joining him at the railing after a quick stretch. They stood there in comfortable silence, sipping their coffees until Gray made his way back up just as the top of the sun crested the horizon, casting gold across the sky and scattering shadows against clouds as the landscape tinted deep purple.

This was Zenith’s favorite part of the day, the livening effect of the sun’s ray’s breaking through the last vestiges of night, alerting wildlife and domestic alike that it’s their time to shine along with it. The only other time he loved as much was dusk, when silence settled for day life and the animals and insects of the night began their calls. Once the sun had fully broken past the horizon and the mourning doves began to coo, Zen broke the silence.

“So…circling back to ‘menaces’...Jonas Valmont, huh?”

“Little prick.”

“Agreed. He hit on me as though it was a gift to me, ick.”

“Ick,” Zenith agreed seriously while Gray’s frown got just a tick deeper. “I noticed he never came back from Jack’s last night.”

“Wasn’t my job to give him directions a fifth time just to be ignored,” Gray tacked on mulishly, taking a sip of his coffee that was definitely still too hot if his sudden grimace was anything to go by. “He called me a peasant last night, you believe that shit?”

“Pfft, you are a peasant, but it’s okay, old man.”

“Bite me, silver spoon.”

“Yeesh, I don’t know, you may not be up on your shots- ahahaoww,” The firm slap upside the back of his head had him laughing and reaching up to protect the spot from more abuse, never losing the shit eating grin he directed Gray’s way.

“Respect your elders you little bastard,” Gray demanded, playfully swatting at his shoulder now that he was protecting the back of his head.

“Now now boys, we were having a conversation,” Piper’s amused voice broke through the swatting match that had begun between the two men. “Do we think Mr. Valmont will be returning for the opening ceremony?”

“God! I hope not.”

“I hope he does. No, really, I do,” Gray promised when he saw the incredulous looks sent his way. “But I hope he’s late, so I can toss him in the car to go home myself.”

“Ah, that makes more sense.” Zenith had really thought for a second that Gray had lost his mind, but it turns out he was just being vindictive. That was territory Zen knew how to traverse. “You guys want to make bets on when he shows?”

“My father told me never to make bets I might lose, and Gray already has him showing up late and getting kicked out,” Piper shrugged, tossing her blonde waves over her shoulder after shaking her head. “I will, however, buy you a drink next time we go to Jack’s if you do end up getting to kick him out, Gray.”

“Ooh, double prize, I’m here for it.”

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Timestamp: 9:10am


Zenith looked out at the scenery from the balcony of the Oceana House, sat on the rail with a light grip for support, shoes and socks already tossed off and heels hooked back into the metal railing for extra balance. Leaning forward, the second year CAPper was already missing the sunrise he’d watched this morning despite the beautiful clear skies before him. After Captain Bones had finished his speech, everyone had been released, and Zen watched a smug Gray grin at Piper as the crowd of programees dispersed, knowing he was owed a free drink at Jack’s. The blonde woman had rolled her eyes and nodded good naturedly, and everyone had gone their separate ways to play the waiting game until their first guest of the season was officially announced.

Or at least, he thought they’d all gone their separate ways, but it was a small house for the amount of people living in it.

“If you leave your socks all over the place this year I will literally strangle you with one.”

“Jesus, dude!” Zen nearly jumped out of his skin, his balance only held in place by Gray’s sudden steadying grip on his shoulders. The smirk on Gray’s face when Zen looked over his shoulder at him told him that the older man was satisfied with the reaction to his entrance. “Rude, you’re rude.”

“I don’t leave my dirty socks wherever I drop them. That’s rude,” The den mother countered with a scoff, crossing his arms after helping Zen swing back around and get his feet on the balcony concrete once more.

“I’m putting them back on, ya happy?” Zen snarked at the man, bending down to get his socks and boots back on.

“I’ll be happy when you finally learn what your hamper’s for. If you’re looking for your socks from last night, by the way, I threw them in there this morning from where I found them under the common room couch. When were you even in the common room long enough between Jack’s and your bed for you to have taken them off?”

“Honestly? Couldn’t tell you. It’s kind of fuzzy past you telling me to get home and sleep it off.”

“I told you not to get in a drinking contest with Piper, but no one ever listens to me.”

“Sorry, dad, I’ll be better next time. MMMMmmmmmmmm no, no I won’t, that was a lie. I’ll be worse, just for you.” Zenith promised with a cheeky grin. “That’s for requesting someone else as a roommate this year.”

“Aw, don’t be sour, son,” Gray played along with a long suffering sigh. “I’ve been rooming with a new Greenie each round since my second season here, it was nothing personal. Plus, he may be a General Guide now, but I think this Koa kid is going to be the successor to my guide position, so he needs extra attention.”

“No no, you hate me, I get it.”

“Oh yeah,” Gray rolled his eyes. “Can’t stand you, I threatened to quit if we were roomed together again, that what you wanna hear?”

“Alas, the truth hurts, yet resonates the most.” Zen put the back of his hand to his forehead and feinted a swoon, smirking when Gray instinctively reached out to catch him.

“You are so fucking dramatic,” Gray admonished, trying not to let his own lips quirk upward.

“If anyone was dramatic today, it was Jonas,” Zen denied, smiling as Gray laughed. “If he didn’t irritate me so much, I’d have said it would be better for him to be a part of the program to grow into a better person. All the traveling and new experiences and whatnot.”

“Mm,” Gray agreed with a hum and a nod of his head. ‘Travel is fatal to prejuidce, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.’ Mark Twain. He definitely could have used it, but unfortunately we are a customer facing program and if he were to act like that in front of guests…well, it’s better to nip it in the bud.”

“Yeah, that’s fair too, I don’t need him losing me any tips or bringing our ratings down,” Zen relented, patting Gray solidly on the back before stuffing his hands in his pockets and heading back down into the house. “This is a house of professionals, after all.”

“Zenith Shani Arison what the hell did you just put on my back,” Grayson called after the retreating gremlin, huffing out at the responding laugh and trying- and failing- to reach his hand past his shoulder blade to the middle of his back where Zen had left a nice shiny sticker that proclaimed I like big BUCKS and I cannot lie over a picture of a few crumpled dollars. In smaller letters at the bottom it said I just don’t have any of my own. Zen wasn’t worried. Gray will go crying to Kori and she’ll rip it off for him because they have to be presentable and she is extremely stern about the company’s image. Is Zen sick of their will-they/won’t-they bullshit and doing stupid little things to make them get closer? Maybe. Did he think it would work? Not after apparently seven years of the same sexual tension between those two, but he could try, and he got to annoy Gray in the process.

He did love a win/win situation.

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Timestamp: Last night, the party
Location: Calico Jack’s
Featuring: Korinna Runnels and Grayson Kaplan
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Kori loved summer nights like this.

Her dark chocolate eyes lifted to the heavens to stare at a clear black ocean with white glowing speckles of a million stars drifting across it. There was a gentle gust in the air, low enough not to care but strong enough that her black curls and thigh slit floral skirt danced on its breeze. Korinna’s back was against the wall, in more ways than one, at least in her mind, with one hand she adjusted her knitted bralet and with the other she took a drag from her joint.

Kori’s gaze drifted down to her suitably toned and tanned leg which she had bent back to lean against the wall. It was an unwritten rule of CAP that one had to be in decent shape. Some of the Adventures that guests wanted, often required physical participation and those who lacked the fortitude to withstand it frequently did not last the season. In her many years as part of the crew, Korinna had seen it all, done it all, bought the t-shirt and then sold it on Vinted. She was pretty confident in her ability to weed out the weak and support the strong. The new crop of recruits that she could hear on the other side of the wall, were easily one of the rowdiest she had ever seen. Yet more often than not, the loudest crew were the hardest workers.

She pondered, her mind unable to really see an answer; what was going to happen when this season was over? Even Grayson was being asked to prepare a successor during the course of the next few charters. Korinna had never really considered that might happen when the time that she had dreaded since she was a little girl came. The program was all she had ever known but she would soon turn twenty five and her father made it clear that Kori was not an exception to the rule; she would age out and her time would be served and done.

The problem was she didn’t want it to be.

What came next?

Breathing the mellow fire from her lungs, Kori leaned her head back, listening to the music through the stained yellow wall of Calico Jack me with a smile draped across her face. She loved summer nights like this.

Grayson had a love/hate relationship with the tradition of drinking at Jack’s the night before Bones addresses the program members. It was easy to enjoy so long as you yourself were also inebriated, but when you took on the roles that Gray did, it felt more like trying to herd a bunch of caffeinated squirrels. He got a chance to see everyone’s barest personality on full display, and he got to see everyone’s barest personality on full display. With this being his last season as a CAPper, he wanted to enjoy his final entry night, but fate seemed to have other plans.

After Jonas Valmont asked him what it was like to be such a peasant because he just liked a basic beer every now and then, and then the other man doubling down that it was a sign of lack of class… then going on a rant about how, ‘my parents got me this job, what did your parents ever get you?’ Gray had simply deadpanned ’I’ve got my dad’s ashes from him, that count?’ and walked away while the mouthy brat gaped like a fish. Now, now he wanted to relax for a moment in private because he needed at least enough patience to tell the bastard one more time that he should head to the house and sleep it off, not drink more. Only one more time.

Stepping out of Calico Jack’s and smelling the air told him he wasn’t getting his moment of absolute solitude, but spending time with the woman around the corner from the entrance was an even better way to recharge his batteries.

“You feelin’ particularly benevolent at the moment?” He asked while knocking on the side of the building like it was an office door and eyeing the smouldering patience between her fingers. “I just had a wonderful conversation with one of the greenies.”

“Let me guess, Valmont?” Kori didn’t really need her long time friend to confirm the fact, she already knew. Jonas Valmont had been making trouble and rubbing people the wrong way from the moment he got off of his family's helicopter, which he made sure landed near enough to Oceana House that it would draw all of the attention unto himself. He wasn’t the first and probably wouldn’t be the last CAP recruit hired due to his connections.

Bones, for all his faults, put a lot of stock and merit in his relationships. If you were bonded with Korinna’s father, you were bonded for life, no matter the time or the distance. He valued loyalty above all, it was a trait he had inherited from his father, her grandfather, Wade. He was a red state bleeding, old school cowboy. Hard work mattered, a man’s word meant something and he’d sooner put a bullet in his own skull than neglect anyone he cares for. She loved her Grandpa.

When Hiram Valmont, an old service buddy and current internet millionaire, called the Captain’s direct line a few weeks ago, a number very few people had, Kori knew he was either looking for a charter or looking for a job for his kid. Of course it was the latter and of course, her dad being her dad, he said yes and made sure there was space on the program for the price of crypto, despite the fact it was usually Kori and the admin team that chose the applicants.

“It’s a loud group this year.” Holding the roll up vertically, in the tips of her fingers, Korinna watched its embers flicker for a moment, staring into the eye of the sun before she gently blew the top of it, stoking the tiniest of flames. “You and I are going out with a bang, it looks like.” She offered up a coy smile as well as the joint itself. “Want it?”

“Desperately,” Gray admitted, accepting the joint held his way and taking a fortifying drag. Leaning against the wall in a mirror of Korinna, he tilted his head back and released the smoke in a slow wispy trail drifting from his lips. No matter what nepobaby fuckhead he had to deal with in this program, Kori made it all bearable. She’d become part of the program a year after him, but he’d known her since a little after Bones had picked him up from the Brightmoor PD cells and told him it was time to get his ass in gear. Granted, while he’d been grateful in the beginning, he’d also been scared and angry and felt trapped since this was his only choice aside from prison, but Bones and Kori treated him well, and his brother even came to visit when he was able to get his leave approved.

Once he’d grown and trained more and mellowed out, a lot of the cloudiness caused by his anger dissipated, and with that came the clear realization that Kori Runnels was not just another friend like the girls in his booster crew back home. He found his eyes lingering on her smile or her teasing smirk, his own forest brown eyes wandering until they would get lost in her espresso-dark gaze and he’d suddenly be left blinking, dumbfounded and unable to find his words to respond to whatever she’d teased him about. He and Kori had blazed trails through this program together, and Grayson’s plan was to follow the amazing and determined woman all the way to the top, in whatever capacity he could.

He loved her, after all, not that he’d ever told her that in the way that truly mattered.

“I’ll have you know, I’m already missing last year when Zen was the loudest rich kid in the house,” He only half joked, mind returning to the subject of Jonas. “That new kid is gonna get us in trouble, Kor.”

“You and I both know, he won’t last.” Kori tried to reassure her oldest friend as she absentmindedly or possibly subconsciously reached down and took his hand into hers. “We’ve had worse. Remember two years ago? That K-Pop bitch who wanted to try her hand at playing explorer?” A smirk, evil with its intent appeared across the stewardesses lips. “First three days of her, were absolute hell, then she went out with Ashante on a wildlife trip, fell into some bear shit and we never saw her again.” Kori took the joint back from Gray and pursed it between her plump lips. “She literally complained from the moment she got her, tried to sue my dad and wanted to bring a film crew with her. We should’ve let the bear eat her.”

She laughed. Gray always made her laugh, even if he didn’t try. He was an idiot, a worrier and he had this sad little puppy dog energy that just made her want to squeeze him and tell him that everything was ok. He was also the only one she trusted to see who she was behind the epaulette on her uniform shoulders. Kori grew up with Gray in more ways than one, for the lack of any better term they were entwined together. Everyone had an idea of who the captain's daughter was but not many could truly say they had seen her true self. Grayson could.

She breathed in the smoke of creation once more. Her head still leaned back against the old outer walls, she turned to face Gray once again. “If he causes us any real deep problems, we’ll just get Dougie to beat the shit out of him. I’m sure he’d enjoy that.

Grayson laughed along with her, fingers flexing from where they were intertwined with hers and shoulders finally relaxing. Compared to that girl, it was hard to be uncomfortable around much. Even Piper’s occasional tiktoks were only posted with the express permission of any CAPper in them, that film crew would not have had the same courtesy. “Honestly, the more I think of some of our washouts, the more I appreciate Zenith,” He said with a look of horrified realization washing over his face. He’d complained to Kori constantly about the other man last year when they were roomed together, and she’d often roll her eyes and let him kvetch and then tell him to get over it because Zen was an amazing guide. Genuinely, Gray did like the little brat, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a little brat. Appreciating that he wasn’t as bad as he could be was one thing, but appreciating his mere existence was sending Gray for a loop.

He’d missed the prankster in the off season, when he was helping bubbe Roseman wrangle the wayward youth she was housing, thinking of how the Air Activities guide would have done some wild trick or flip that would have had the youngest kids stopping to stare in awe and the older kids desperate to learn it. He’d wondered how the old woman would treat the younger man and even texted him once or twice when he’d received skydiving pictures at 1am because it was already a new day in New Zealand. The realization that he was more fond of Zen’s pranks and bullshit than annoyed had settled over the off season, but saying it out loud was a different matter entirely. “Oh god, ew, I actually really like that kid,” Gray admitted, face pained. “Like, might kidnap him and take him home next off season so I can get a break from the kids at Bubbe’s house. Kori, help,” He pleaded with only mostly-false desperation. “I’m gonna turn into bubbe and start informally adopting people left and right.”

Kori smiled as she listened to Gray waffle on. She was so glad that throughout this journey it was him by her side through it all. “You’re turning into such a Dad now Gray, maybe there’s a job in a school waiting for you after this.” She adjusted her top once again, pushing up her chest ever so slightly, “You know, you can be that inspiring English teacher who chomps on cigars and has a jaded past.” Her words were playful and teasing, a sure sign that the usually put together Korinna was letting loose.

She finished off the joint before stubbing out what little ember remained on the wall and tossing it into the trash. “Come on, it’s your turn to buy me a drink.” Kori tightened her laced fingers around Grayson’s hand as she led him back into the lively arena that was Calico Jack’s.

The place was bouncing and lively; the CAP crew of the season were up and dancing, some were downing drinks, others were swept up in the kind of deep conversations that would be doubt reverberate across the summer and have far reaching consequences that no doubt Kori and Gray would have to deal with. She parked herself at the end of the bar top, draping the hand and arm of her best friend over her shoulder and using it to rest her cheek. “Jack, baby.” She offered the dashing bartender a bright smile. “Kraken and Ginger Beer for me and the usual for my dog here.” Giggling, Korinna kissed his knuckle.

“Woof,” Gray deadpanned with a fond eye roll, accepting the bottle of local craft beer that Jack slid to him and squeezing Kori a bit into his side. The easy interaction and contact with Kori always recharged his batteries, and her warmth against his side was one of his favorite things, so he’s happy to have it in any capacity. He turned his head to get a good glance at the room, and his gaze narrowed in on Dougie flirting with a new girl that Gray already knew Kori had concerns about, and then Piper goading Zenith and a couple new CAPpers into a drinking contest that would leave them all under the table. He shook his head firmly at Zenith from across the room while Piper gazed over her shoulder to smirk at him and Kori. Zen, in response, flipped him off and then blew him a kiss before throwing back the first shot. Gray just shook his head; the younger man would have to learn on his own eventually.

“Anyway, I don’t think English teacher is for me, maybe in another life,” He added to their previous conversation, taking a sip of his beer. “But hey, crazier things have happened. I’ve stuck around here all these years, haven’t I? Jack bet on me being gone my first season, I’ll never forget it. True betrayal when Jack bets against you,” He glared playfully at the man. “I’ll never forgive you.”

Jack didn’t utter a word as he handed Kori her mixed drink, shooting a glare at Grayson as he did so. Kori rested her chin in her hand before wrapping her lips around the straw that sat in her rum. She knew this would likely be her last one. Jack’s beverages were illegal at the best of times but with it being the night before the start of the season and with her fathers cheeky musings that the first guest of the year was a big one, Korinna didn’t want to push the boat out too much.

As she drank in the revelry around her, the Captain’s daughter felt that same pang in her heart that she had felt when she was outside. This was the end of it all, one last trip, one last adventure. Kori was unsure of what the future held for her, she had options, sure; but she had no idea which fork in the road was the right one to take. In that moment of quiet contemplation, she wondered what her mother would do?

At least she had Gray by her side, well, for one last season…

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Timestamp: Next day, after speech, 9:30am


“fuckFuckFUCK!” Kori had all but forgotten about that asshat Valmont as she hissed into her chai latte. “Jack, I’m gonna need another please baby!” Parked on the bar at Calico’s, she poured over all the files on the computer for the umpteenth time.

With her fathers dismissal of Jonas at the opening ceremony, the CAP crew were now down a Culture guide and Korinna had an hour to try and find a replacement before the first guest of the season arrived. This was certainly not the easiest position to fill for a myriad of reasons. First and foremost, whoever the Culture guide needed to have a great knowledge of the world and its civilisations, they needed a mastery of language and custom and most importantly, they needed to be available. The season was already underway and getting someone in this swiftly would be tight.

“Perusing applications,” Gray observed from the entrance of Jack’s, Kori’s back to him as he glanced around warily and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Is this an active minefield or am I safe to enter?” Kori usually didn’t mind Gray’s company when she was stressed, but that didn’t make it any less like a tornado blowing through if she was wound up enough to snap. Judging by the way her nails were tapping away against the mug of her chai latte, she was pretty damn close.

Gray had finished his conversation with Zenith a few minutes ago and after a brief struggle to remove the sticker placed between his shoulder blades, Gray went with his first actual thought and sought out Kori. Knowing she could probably use a shoulder to lean on or punch at as much as he could use her presence and easy access to the sticker, it was a simple choice to head out to Jack’s on the next block and find her stressing at the bar. Her shoulders were hunched and she looked harried even from the back, her usual composure already cracked, and he’d do whatever she needed to help her rebalance, be it being by her or leaving her alone.

“Active. Very very active but you’re fine, there’s a path for you.”

Kori leaned back in her bar stool, lifting her hands behind her curly head and locking her fingers together. She anxiously looked at the old nautical compass themed clock on the wall and pursed her lips. She didn’t have a lot of time before the announcement came out about the first guest of the year. She knew nothing about who it was other than that it was a celebrity. Her dad liked to play certain cards close to his chest, he enjoyed making the crew sweat a bit. Just like he enjoyed the taste of carrots, the absolute sadist.

With a click of her tongue, Korinna glanced briefly over to her closest confidant and then back to the screen in front of her. “I honestly don’t think we can get anyone in time, Gray.” She leaned forward onto her elbows just in time for Jack to settle down her drink. “Thanks boo.” She smiled at the moustachioed heartthrob. “Anyone even remotely local to Florida is way under qualified and anyone further away is…too far away.”

“Hmm,” Gray hummed while making his way over to where Kori was sitting now that he’d been given the all clear. Leaning over her shoulder and staring at the screens she had opened, all with different applications scrolled to various points of the page, Gray found the words swimming in front of him and huffed out a laugh. “Okay, how about I spend a minute scanning these with fresh eyes and you get whatever monstrosity Zen slapped on my back off, yeah?”

The offer was in good faith, as she well knew, and it wouldn’t be the first time that he’d helped Kori run through resumes. The first thing he was going to do was reorganize the open tabs because jesus, how the hell did someone as organized as Kori when it came to the business read properly with eight different windows of pure text open?

“Fine, but don’t move anything. I know where all my shit is.” Kori got up from her seat to allow Gray to sit. Once she did, she proceeded to remove Zen’s sticker with a little smirk from her face before tossing it onto the table next to her laptop. “Little Zee got you with a school prank like that? You disappoint me once again.” She placed her hands on either side of his shoulders and rested them there as she began to speed read over Gray’s head. “This is where my Dad’s rules backfire on him. We should’ve just dealt with Jonas and got rid of him later in the program. Now we’re less than twenty minutes from our first guest and we’re fucked like a cheerleader on prom night, just not as well.”

“I live to disappoint,” It was said in a monotone, like he was barely registering his own response. “And I don’t know, I enjoyed my part in it,” Grayson grumbled as he focused in on the screen with a glare, annoyed but heeding her warning not to move anything around, instead, he minimized half the screens so he could focus on the resumes, but the sticker Kori placed beside the laptop caught his attention and made him scoff at the design. “That kid is such a dick.” He noticeably did not destroy the sticker, however, choosing instead to slap it on the back of his phonecase so it wouldn't wrinkle in his pocket, the fuzz from his shirt covering the worst of the adhesive. Zen drew those himself, he’d never toss them out, not that the other knew it.

“You said it last night, we knew Jonas wasn’t going to make it, I guess we should have had an understudy ready.” He leaned back into Kori and spent the next couple minutes flipping through the open applications before pulling up the final few she either hadn’t gotten to or thought weren’t worth opening. He was about to go right back to the start with ten minutes left to the guest arrival when the final window he’d opened and let Kori drag to the side caught his eye.

“Wait wait, what about this one? Traveled the world, polyglot, has some previous experience in high demand customer service roles? Currently living a half hour away from Oceana House. Why were they shoved to the bottom of your folder?”

“Check the declarations, genius.” Kori rolled her eyes for a moment before pressing her body against his back, pushing Gray forward and leaning against him as she pointed out something on the screen. “Much like you dickface, they have a criminal record but we’re not talking minor. Assault and battery. No way we’re having someone like that with us….” Her words trailed off of a cliff as she tilted her head, her brain beginning to do some mental maths.

All of a sudden, a lightbulb went off in Korinna’s mind. She leapt backward and slapped both her hands down on Gray’s shoulders once again and squeezed tight. “I think I’ve got it.” She clapped her palms down again repeatedly. “I think we can solve our culture problem and gain a little bit extra here too. Gray, does Piper still owe you a favour?”

“Yessss,” Gray said slowly, a tinge of fear in his voice as Kori’s excited pats all but rocked him back and forth. He hadn’t even had a chance to bring up the fact that street racing was a misdemeanor, but grand theft auto and running what boiled down to an illegal chop shop were definitely felonies, before she cut herself off in her excitement. Concerning. “She was going to buy me a drink next time we were here,” He offered, not even bothering to ask how she already knew about Piper’s promise when he hasn’t had a chance to talk to Kori since. “Why…?”

“Cos I’m gonna need you to call it in and for more than just a drink.” Kori reached over him and grabbed her chai. With a deep breath she inhaled her spiced drink and gulped the entirety of the mug down in one swig before slamming it back down. “We can’t get anyone here now, it’s just not feasible but with a bit of luck we can get someone to St Kitts that can meet us there. Or should I say someone’s?”

With an evil grin on her face, Korinna pulled out her cellphone and began to furiously type away. “Get Piper to use her ass or something to get a flight to Jamaica. I’ll cover the cost..or at least my dad will when he finds out what we’re doing.” She began to walk away towards the exit of the famed Calico Jack’s as she typed before stopping and spinning to look at Gray once more. She knew that look of confusion on his face, he was a simple boy. That was why he had her to do all the thinking for them. “The twins, Gray. We’re gonna send Piper to go get the twins…if I can convince them to come back that is.”

She smiled at him for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. “Why are you still here? Hop to it pup!”

Gray stood up despite the way his face had drained of color at Kori’s declaration. The twins were…a lot to say the least, but they were amazing at their respective jobs when they were here. Convincing Piper to hop on a plane and head to Jamaica to grab them would be easier if he framed it as a way to get content for her tiktok page, less easy when she realizes she’ll be alone for the flight out, aside from the pilot. Plus, that was a lot bigger favor than a little drink.

So much for an easy going final season at CAP.

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Timestamp: 6:30am
Location: Oceana House
Introducing: Adelaide Duboise and Koa Chen



Light from the slowly rising sun began to illuminate the room, relieving the interior from darkness. It made everything seem brighter, as if promising hope for the day ahead. And yet it did little to ease the tightness in her chest. The ache was one she hadn't suspected and something she was entirely too unfamiliar with. Thankfully the throbbing at either temple was enough to rid her mind of any thoughts that she could possibly have of this situation. How was she going to handle this? Should she have even come back for her final year?

The sound of her phone's alarm going off caused a hiss of pain to pull from her throat. Quickly scrambling towards the side table, Adi grabbed her phone and quickly quieted the menace. She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a slow breath as a jab of nausea hit her stomach. She was really regretting that fifth glass of wine. Or was it six? Everything had started to become a bit hazy after the third one, so how was she to keep an accurate count? Normally she wouldn't have over-indulged, but last night had been a particularly stressful event for her. Surprisingly.

Coffee. She desperately needed coffee. And several hundred aspirin.

Pulling herself out of the small twin sized bed, she took just a moment to straighten out the covers. It wasn't like she got much sleep last night anyway. She let out a breath before straightening. It took her only a mere ten seconds to determine that she was definitely skipping out on pilates this morning. No use making herself even more dehydrated. Though, she definitely could use some yoga. The slight endorphins from the exercise would help to ease her worries some.

Adelaide looked towards the door and realized her roommate was more than likely not going to show up any time soon. If he had been gone all night, then he was more than likely in some other woman's bed. Hell, him and that new girl had been all over each other last night. She rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath before moving to the center of the room. Centering herself, she closed her eyes and started to focus as she eased into a few different poses.

It didn't take long for the throbbing in her head to finally quiet down some. Letting out a breath of relief, Adi moved to her closet and grabbed her outfit, along with her shower supplies, and headed to the bathroom. Hopefully she could flush out the remaining alcohol from her system with a nice hot shower.




Timestamp: 8:15am


What in the hell was that noise? Groaning, his eyes slowly fluttered open. The beige ceiling above him slowly came into view and it confused him for a moment. Where was he? Where was the poster of Margot Robbie above his- Oh. His eyes widened before Koa quickly sprang up to a sitting position in bed. He wasn't home. Today was his first day at his new job. What time was it? Looking at the table near his bed, he swore under his breath when he realized his phone wasn't where it should have been. It finally clicked what that sound was. His alarm. But- where was it coming from?

Scrambling his hands through the sheets, he searched for the singing device before realizing it wasn't there. He raised a brow and leaned over the side of the bed before looking underneath it. There. Sitting just askew to the center of the bed laid his lifeline. Huffing out a breath, he reached for it, clasping his fingers around it. He quickly shut off the alarm once in hand before laying back down onto the twin bed.

Everything was going to be great. Not only was he going to be working under the legendary Grayson Kaplan, but he had also managed to become his roommate. How lucky was he? With a grin, he looked over at the other twin bed in the room and found it empty. His brows creased in question before remembering he hadn't checked the time. Looking down at his phone, he swore and shot up out of the bed. He only had thirty minutes before he had to get to the meeting area. There was no way in hell he was going to squander this opportunity.

The man hurried over to his closet and grabbed the required uniform before darting to the bathroom. First impressions were incredibly important when it came to finally meeting the captain. Besides, Koa had been one of the only people that didn't drink last night. Sure, he wasn't quite of age yet, but that gave him the chance to really have a clear head with all the events of today. He wondered how many people were waking up with hangovers today.

With a quick chuckle and a shake of his head, he hurried off to get ready.




Timestamp: 9:10am


Yoga this morning had absolutely been a lifesaver. Well, that and the water and aspirin she had found once heading down to the common areas. The shower had helped release the smell of alcohol and poor decisions from her pores and she felt like a new woman. She couldn't start this tour off with the mindset she had awoken with. The decisions that others made shouldn't affect her. She wouldn't let them affect her. This was her last year in the program and she was going to go out with a bang. Life was too short to be living through old memories.

At least they had quite the show this morning during the meeting. And, captain was looking just as delectable as ever. Running a hand through her red hair, she looked around the group and noticed a few new faces. Adi hadn't paid particularly close attention to anyone she didn't know directly last night. Well. Except for her. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she recognized the woman from last night. Shaking her head, she pushed herself up and decided to just put the whole night behind her. She was better than these silly emotions. She was French damnit. She was a classy lady.

With another shake of her head, she found herself making her way back to her room. The first guest of the tour would arrive soon, and she needed to make sure everything was in order. She was the head chef, after all. Adi needed to change into her chef whites and check on the prep work in the kitchen. At least that would help keep her mind off of everything.

He was downright traumatized. The whole thing with that Jonas kid was terrifying. Could they really be kicked out that easily? One mistake and everything gone? Koa cleared his throat and glanced around at everyone. Not many people seemed phased by the captain's orders, so he knew this was all really happening. This was actually reality. Raking a hand along the back of his head, his other hand pulled at the green uniform shirt he was wearing. Was he truly up for this?

He had to be. This was his chance to learn from the best. He wasn't going to squander it. With a nod of his head, he followed the rest of the crew back into the living area. It looked as though nobody was really in a hurry to do much, even though the captain had said they were expecting guests soon. What would he even do if he was face to face with a guest? He worked on cars, not with people. Blowing out a breath, he looked around for the one person he knew he could ask. Grayson.

Where was the guy? Hadn't he come back into the house with the others? Would it look weird if he was trying to single the guy out? No. Everyone had said last night that Gray was practically the mentor for all the new people. He was the one to go to. But where the hell was he? Sighing, he shook his head and went off in search of the guy.
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The Previous Evening - Calico Jack’s

When you know that tomorrow is going to be a broken day no matter what you do sleepwise, it tends to give you a cavalier attitude towards what happens in the evening hours. You risk the payment for your crimes the next day in order to enjoy the sweet rewards of whatever the night brings. It was part of that perpetual excitement, of not really knowing what would happen after the next sunrise broke that drove the bleach-blonde girl on the stage. It was part of why she was so willing to indulge in Calico Jack’s notorious vodka crans, the ones that lean so much more on the Russian Prince than the Ocean Spray, but did exactly what the veterans and recruits of the Corsair crew desired from them. It’s why she was willing to embrace her new role as one of the elder stateswomen of the ensemble that was gathered in the Fort Lauderdale institution. And it’s why even though the usually laid-back woman was known for more relaxed songs during her forays into Jack’s karaoke shenanigans, she dialed it up on this effort, fueled by the alcohol and the wish to set a tone for this season, and was polishing off an East of Eden classic with vocals that would have made Eve Harding take notice on what she was able to do.

So you made your bed, and you lie in it, with thoughts killing your sleep
But you know no help will come for you, cause I own all the sheep
Should have left me as a figment in your dark misguided dream
But you couldn’t help it, and you found out I’m nothing like I seem
Now as we go on our separate ways, I’m fine leaving you in pain
I thought you might be something different, but you’re fucking plain as Jane
So keep on crying in that pillowcase, hope you’re reading while you weep
Cause I’m not losing any rest on you, so I’m winning when we sleep


The perpetually-tanned woman finally opened her stone-blue eyes to deliver the punchline to the song that had stuck in her head since she heard the Crosby/Harding-penned ballad about the man who fucked around and found out. While she hadn’t had an experience like the one that probably inspired the vicious lyrics she sang, it still spoke to her in a way that a lot of harder rock songs weren’t able to do, allowing her to drip a little bit of venom into that final line.

When Iiiiiiii sleeeeeep….

As the rest of the bar clapped, Callista Emery returned to almost her default state, the calm, collected woman who served as something of a steadying presence in her previous two campaigns with the Corsairs.

“Yoooooo, thank you Jack’s! There probably won’t be an encore…” Callie wasn’t kidding, she needed something less burning to let her throat heal from going as hard as she did on When We Sleep. Ambling off the stage, she headed to the bar and gave a notion to Jack behind the bar.“Water, please.”

”I got you.” The dashing bartender drawled as he grabbed a glass for the blonde. The owner and proprietor of Fort Lauderdale's home for wayward travellers was a man out of time. With his low buttoned shirt and deep resonate tone, Jack looked like he’d just stepped out of a Golden Era adventure film. A swashbuckler, a cowboy, a pirate and an explorer all rolled into a slightly unkempt bartender's package.

It was well documented, on the few documents that his name appeared on, that Calico Jack almost had a sixth sense to know what people wanted or needed to drink. It was like he could smell it on the sea breeze. After running the cold tap over the freshly iced glass, he handed it to Callie, a smile hidden beneath his moustache. ”She one of yours? You might want to check in on that.” He motioned to a girl sitting at the end of the bar before disappearing into the back to grab some more bottles for the fridge.

Viktoriya Illyana Belova was unbelievably unsure as to why she was even there and in some ways, she wasn’t even sure where she really was. For the first portion of her life, Viki had spent most of it in a silent, seemingly everlasting winter. Passed from pillar to post in the frozen tundras and around the borders of Moscow. No home. No family. Just the gentle kiss of a Russian nightwind caressing her cheek to soothe her feelings. Now, she found herself surrounded on all sides by suntanned supermen, glamorous models of the highest calibre, sandy beaches and a vast ocean of the bluest blue even her dreams couldn’t conjure up.

Applying for the CAP was not Viki’s idea. Her roommate at the Culinary Institute was applying and decided that Vik should too, essentially filling out her application for her without much say in the matter from Viktoriya herself. To colour her shocked when she was accepted would be so much more than an understatement. The last few days had been a whirlwind for Viki. The turnaround from flying from school in New York up to see her folks in Vancouver and then straight outta there and down to Florida to join the Corsairs left her dizzy with excitement and nervous energy. Arriving in Fort Lauderdale and being told to go to a bar didn’t seem professional, it seemed like the start of spring break but who was she to question?

Looking around at the people dancing and having fun around her, all of them standing out and dressed for success in their own different ways, Viki couldn’t help but think that she didn’t belong. When Calico Jack (what kind of name was that?) emerged from the back room, the culinary whiz signed to him for another drink. Although she didn’t understand the man’s name, she was happy to see that he at least knew ASL; Vik had opted to turn her hearing implant down after that Jonas fellow started singing.

Once pointed out to her by the proprietor of the bar, Callie finally took notice of the brunette at the end of the bar who seemed rather reluctant to join in the festivities. She had to be one of theirs. The Corsairs basically shut the place down for the night with the invasion of young 20-somethings taking over for one last night before the hard work of the upcoming tourist season began. If not, she probably needed an apology for what had happened and a warning for what was about to happen. As she took a long sip of the cooling water, she nodded at Jack. “I’ll check on her.”

What Viktoriya would see coming towards her was the natural state of one of the designated beach babes on the roster of Corsair Adventures. Her bronze skin was shown off as much as possible, starting with the Jivanas sandals that were only just starting to show the wear and tear of multiple trips around the world, accompanied by the silvery anklet with the stars on it that replaced the surfboard cuff whenever she was on land. The legs that were usually in perfect balance on said board were given a lot of real estate with the short denim cutoffs riding very high on the thigh, to the point where the pockets could be seen with clarity poking out of the bottom. A thin strip of skin separated the bottoms from the white tank top, a generic touristy one picked up during one of her trips to Tamalindo in the offseason. The sweat from the stage was starting to make it see-through, revealing more of the star-patterned blue bikini top that was underneath. Piercings broke up the pure tan on her face, the septum most prominent with the nostril providing backup, although the melange of pieces in her ears were hidden by the sheer cascade of hair that flowed freely from the top of her head like a golden waterfall. As Callie pulled up to the stool next to Viki, she decided it was time to put her silver-pierced tongue to work breaking this particular ice.

“So, if you’re just passing through, I’m sorry you picked a night when Jack’s gotta deal with, like, all off us blowing off steam,” she offered in apology as the nepo baby started screeching out Sweet Caroline on the stage. “And if you’re a part of this group blowing off steam… then I’m sorry you have to deal with that. Like, hopefully it won’t be long. Dudes like him don’t last long. I hope.”

All of a sudden, Viki’s mouth was dry. Who was this absolute Goddess that was talking to her? Wait, was she talking to her? Did she finally snap from the pressure and create a construct of desirable traits that has manifested as the blonde spirit before her? The Russian’s piercing blue eyes opened aghast as she inhaled this girl's pure beauty. She stood out, my god she stood out. Vik sat there, in her Mom jeans, white tank top and green blazer and felt like the nerd at a high school party; who was she kidding, she was the nerd at a high school party. After a moment further of disbelief, Viktoriya’s substantial intellect finally kicked in and she began to read the other woman’s lips.

“Sorry, one second.” Viki lifted her finger to her ears and turned her implants back up to full volume so she could hear the dulcet tones of her fellow bar stool warrior. “Sorry.” She apologised once more. “As soon as I heard Chef Lance try and sing Bon Jovi I turned my ears off…”

Not really sure what the best thing to do was, Vik looked towards the bartender, who slid a large of glass of something disgustingly brown across the bar, straight past the two women and into the waiting hand of a handsome young man. “Dougie.” Jack began. “Get that asshole off the mic and your next drinks are free.”

“No drama pal.” Doug nodded knowingly at Callie, having known each other the previous season before downing the substance that Jack had given him in less than three seconds. Hell of a party trick. The quick chug got a knowing nod from the Hawaiian. “Go get ‘im.” He saluted to the women before heading off to the stage and simply grabbing the one called Jonas by both legs and hoisting him over his shoulder to carry him out of the front door of Calico Jack’s.

Viki’s mouth widened at the sight for only a brief second before her attention returned to the bronzed statuesque vision that had graced her with her presence. ”It’s…wow. Pretty wild here…is it usually like this?” That felt like a stupid question to ask. Of course it was always like this. That’s why her friend wanted to sign up. In a way, Viktoriya felt guilty that she got picked and her roommate didn’t. She did everything she could to shake off the nerves and awkwardness as she conversed with the golden goddess but felt like it just wasn’t working. “Hi.” She waved.

What a geek.

Callie demured a little bit when she realized that everything she had said to this girl before was blocked out, but after the brunette got her ears on, she smiled. “Damn, wish I had the ability to do that sometimes. Probably good that you missed me up there then. I don’t think I did East of Eden justice, but I just love that dynamic they got with the two female lead singers. Hope they were on when I did Pink Pony Club though, I think I do that one well. But like, it’s all subjective, right? That’s the point of karaoke, to like, let go and just embrace the music anyway.”

She finished the liquid portion of her ice water while waiting for the cubes to melt. “But yeah, like, it’s not usually like this. This is just the big blow off party before we all get serious and get to work, you know? Plus, it’s like, a good way for the returning people to assess the newbies and see who is actually gonna be, like, worth knowing. That dude Dougie just escorted out? Nah. No way he makes the first trip. I’m guessing, if you’re, like, a part of this, you’re gonna do a lot better than him.”

Viktoriya sat quiet for a moment. This all seemed very tough. The fact that people seemed to be judged based on this first meeting alone? She never made a good first impression. That Jonas character was a fool but from the little she gathered he was a fool with means. She was most certainly not that. Her parents, the ones that she considered real despite lacking any actual blood ties, they were simple folk. They lived in a small house, in a decent part of town, they had unexciting jobs and right now they were probably having the same dinner they always had whilst they watched their soaps; store bought steak, egg and fries.

Still, she didn’t want to give up. She made it all this way and damn it all she was going to try and make it further. “I am. I am a part of this! I’m going to be the Sous Chef for the program. I study at the CIA!” Vik took room for a pause for a second before editing herself. “Not that CIA. I mean I don’t think I can even do that, I’m not an American. CIA, Culinary Institute of America.” The Russian born Canadian’s mouth ran a mile a minute. “Sorry you must think me some awful kind of rude. I’m Viki! Viktoriya Illyana Belova.” When stating her full name to her new acquaintance, Vik’s natural Russian accent peeked its way out from behind the cheery frozen north one she hid behind. “It’s nice to meet you!”

The blonde gave a slight salute at the formal introduction. “Cool, Viki! Nice to meet you… and I apologize, you’ll probably have to give me like the full name again tomorrow, I… don’t know how much I’m going to remember tonight, you know? Those vodka crans punch here.”

While Jack had already topped off the empty water glass with a bit more liquid to help mitigate tomorrow’s potential disaster, Callie had a chance to take in Viki’s presence while she sipped. She was not ready for Floridian weather with that getup. Jeans and blazer combos only work in the dead of night with the heat here, and if she was… Russian? She probably was going to melt if she kept that up. Plus she was clearly nervous, the way she was stammering. Rookies were gonna do that, but still. Poor girl just probably needed some help getting out from under her shell and into the world. Maybe Callie could do that. That would be a fun project for the term. The way Lia was trying to shepherd Eun-jin last year to help that girl out. She hadn’t seen the Korean in the party group, so it’s possible she didn’t return, but still. Lia had a definite influence on Callie before the Swiss Miss graduated out of the program… although Callie didn't know if she could say the same for Lia… There hadn't been a lot of communication this spring…

“So you’re gonna be part of the new chefing crew? That’s awesome! I swear, part of why I come back is for the food. I know this is Adi’s last year so it’s the last I get of that good French stuff, but I’d be happy to be a taste tester for what you got cooking this year! Also, sorry, Viki. Should give you my name. I’m Callie. I’m the like, main water guide on the roster. Like surfing, kitesurfing, snorkeling, beaching all that kinda ocean stuff, I’m the person they call for that. So yeah, I’ll like trade you surfing lessons for food.” She giggled a little bit. Maybe the vodka was still hitting her more than she thought.

Half of what Callie had said did not even enter Viktoriya’s ears. Instead she was just too enamoured by her new acquaintances' aura and vibe. Everything about the girl screamed Corsair, a definition here which means free spirit, adventurer and explorer. ”I’d be happy to let you, taste…” The sudden stop in her words came at just the right time, Viki did not want to put her foot in anything she didn’t need to. ”Water guide.” She reiterated with flush cheeks. “That’s awesome. I don’t usually see much water where I come from. Everything is frozen.”

To the untrained, that could mean any number of things. Viktoriya, first and foremost identified as a Canuck, a sweet maple syrup-filled Canadian who dressed for the cold blood that ran through her veins. However she was also a child born behind the Iron Curtain; rescued from the gulag she called her childhood.

The Hawaiian was aware that she was… flustering the newbie a little bit. She had a habit of doing that. She knew she was moderately attractive, and then was blatantly informed how “smokin’ hot” she was by Jonas about 30 minutes ago during his seventh gin and tonic. Apparently nine is what gets the rich boy to sing. She wasn’t exactly shy about showing affection either. Her preferences swayed back and forth on the gender spectrum like gentle waves, and Viki… she definitely moved the needle, so to speak. There was a sense of innocence in those eyes that could sparkle with a little more polish, like sea glass.

Maybe that was enough of the vodka crans. Callie was thinking in metaphors way too much.

“Frozen?” Callie said, a little incredulously. “You poor girl. Like, I mean, I haven’t seen a lot of freezing temperatures since I started working here, that trip to Norway was a total eye-opener… and foot freezer… but if you’re on this tour, you have to soak in all the non-frozen water you can!” Callie could only imagine the frozen tundras this girl survived growing up, the polar opposite of her warm beaches and sparkling waters.

As the two girls conversed, Viki’s eyes were drawn to the stage once more. Instead of some horrible drunken screaming, the voice that echoed throughout the single room that was Calico Jack’s was some kind of wonderful. She leaned into a balled up first on the bar as she watched the one Jack called Dougie empty his heart in a haunting, soul snatching tune. Absent-mindedly, Vik let her hand fall into the bartop, grazing Callie’s warm skin as she did. She leaned back, placing both hands back in her lap, just in time for Jack to slide a white wine in front of her. “Everyone here seems really, full on and fun. I must come across like a damp squib.”

When she felt that brush of fingertip on her arm, Callie shivered a little. While it was true she was receptive to the attentions of most people, she had discovered there was a definite female preference. It became more pronounced last year when Lia revealed that while Eun-jin was the project, Callie was the prize she wanted, and the fact that they shared a room together made it easier to indulge when they weren’t gallivanting around the world. However, while Lia seemed to think that it was nothing more than a summer fling, Callie had hopes of something more. They would be in separate halves of the world this summer, and long distance relationships never worked out well, but the Hawaiian was so entranced by what Lia did with her and to her that summer… there had to be more there, right? They brunette's absence did mean Callie potentially had a space open in her room, barring her new roommare showing up, but that was a problem for tomorrow’s orientation. Maybe tonight… maybe she did need one more vodka cran.

Callie made the motion to Jack for one more drink. “Hey, hey, hey…” The blonde scanned for an arm to offer a reassuring touch, but with both the Russian’s hands on the lap, it would be way too forward to make that kind of move. “You don’t come across as… whatever that is… damp… squid? All squid are damp. Like, unless you’re cooking them!” Maybe she didn’t need any more alcohol. “Anyway, whatever, Viki, it’s totally natural to be apprehensive when joining a new group of people, especially when you don’t know anyone. But, take it from me, it’s going to be very easy to make friends in this crew.” As the new glass of red cocktail was placed by Callie, she took a long pull. “Trust, OK? Tell you what, if you want to get an inside look at the place, you can totally sleep in my room tonight.” Without looking, Callie assumed that would continue to fluster the newbie. “There are two beds in there, and I don’t know who my new roommate is yet, so until I know, you can crash there, get better acquainted with Corsair. How’zat?”

“Oh.” Viki couldn’t help but stutter. “Ooh.” She repeated, taken aback by her new found friends statement before suddenly the implication set in. “Oooooh.” The chef was extremely unsure how to proceed. Social cues and societal norms were not Viktoriya’s areas of expertise. How to bake a perfectly puff pastry? Easy. The science and the subtlety of seasoning a tomahawk steak? Child’s play. Accepting either a friendly or freaky offer from the living embodiment of the sea herself? Absolutely and utterly spine tinglingly terrifying.

Viktoriya had been out and proud as a gay woman since she was young. Her parents were completely and totally accepting and every day she felt blessed to have been chosen by them to join their family. They were not a family of means, taking stock more in their personal relationships than their professions or salaries. Whenever Vik brought a girl home, they were inquisitive, cordial and inviting. Still, that didn’t stop any one of them from dropping the poor Russian like a bad habit.

She thought for a moment; impulse was telling Viktoriya to follow this girl to her room and join her in the throes of sapphic glory. Logic was telling her to take the offer, go to bed fully dressed and think about the stars going out, the way she was taught to sleep at the orphanage. Callie was just being friendly, that’s all it could’ve been, surely or maybe taking pity? There was no way that the blonde would even consider Viki for anything other than friendship when there were so many better options available. Kori with her curls, Morgan with her vibe, Adi for just being sexy and French. Like hello? Still, she had to make a call. She hadn’t gotten the notification on the app to say her room assignment and staying with Callie, even platonically would be better than sleeping on the beach.

“Sure I’ll stay but just until I get my room assignment!” Viki tried to hide behind her glass of Sauvignon until she realised it was double the measure she ordered. “How is this even legal?”

The smile plastered over the Hawaiian’s face hearing the newbie sputter at the implications couldn’t be dimmed. Callie knew it would happen. She spent too many summers being that object of affection on the beaches of the North Shore. Usually it was some hotshot mainlander who wanted to find a local girl with which to have a mystical fling while he learned the intricacies of surfing. This was relatively rare, but the blonde still enjoyed it more. The time spent with Lia made Callie sure of that, so this kind of interaction was something she could get behind.

Of course, it was too soon to tell if anything would happen. Callie did prefer her partners to show a lot more confidence and it was clear it was not here on Viki. There was no chance these waves would be crashing into each other any time soon, but a calm sea was its own reward on the return to Corsair life.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” she answered Viki’s likely rhetorical question. “I mean, like, I’m not a lawyer or anything, so I don’t question that. So if it is illegal, I’m just gonna ride it until it breaks and try and have as much fun while doing it!” The rest of the vodka cran found its way past Callie’s lips as she slammed the glass down on the table. “C’mon, I’ll show you where my room is, you can drop your stuff off there, or wherever.”

Earlier Today

The alarm on the Samsung S23 blared with those familiar default chimes that no one ever seemed to switch off for one of the more pleasant options. Callie groggily rose from her bed, still on Pacific time, or worse, which meant she was practically waking up in the middle of the night. Still, it was worth it. She rolled out of bed and over to the small sink that was in the corner of the room. The blonde was essentially wearing a bikini, having merely shed her bar outfit before crawling under the light sheets. As she gave herself a once over in the mirror, she resolved to try and make sure that the cream she used to soothe the bags under eyes was not in short supply. Especially if evenings like that were going to be the norm.

Moving back over to her bag to gather her work uniform and various toiletries for the shower, she spotted a loose spool of brown hair in the other bed. Lia? Is she… no, she’s not here. She can’t be here. Who is that then? Did I meet someone last night? …… Ohhhhhh I did! The Russian girl! What was her name… Valerie? Vendredi? Vodka? Why am I thinking V? Vvvvv… vrrrr… viiiiiKI! Viki! There it is! Viki! So… she actually did come along… Bold.

Looking around the room, Callie wondered if the alarm just didn’t trigger for the sleeping girl or what was going on. Given her problems remembering the name, it might be forgiven that she forgot about the girl’s hearing faculties, but she tried to find a suitable alarm clock regardless. After a few fruitless seconds, she gave up and decided to go for the direct approach.

“HEY! WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!” Callie planted a hand on Viki’s shoulder, giving her a shake to make sure she was roused from sleep.

Viktoriya swung her arm around, stopping short of Callie’s head, her pale blue eyes wide with a fierce look that screamed of a feral energy. With her pause, the chef quickly flipped herself over and leaned back onto her palms. She had often been awoken by the force of a hand on her, days gone she chose not to remember in their entirety. Gazing upon the golden goddess that stood over her bed, Viki’s mind was flooded with the fractured winds of memories re-entering her consciousness.

“Callie!” She exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Slightly flustered, she fumbled at her ear to turn her implant back on. The sea of sounds would be intense to start with, they always were. She needed to focus on one sound, something clear and present that would help her weed out the excess vibrations and find the frequency of the day.

Viktoriya closed her eyes and listened and listened hard. It took her a few seconds but soon she found something to settle on: a rhythm. Less than a second apart, steady but slightly quick, a heartbeat, Callie’s heartbeat. It was soothing, gentle yet fierce. Viki opened her eyes again to see the surfer girl staring at her and no doubt thinking her a freak. Yet she couldn’t mask her own look, seeing the blonde in her early morning glory, a more beautiful horizon didn’t await anywhere out there. It was only then that Viktoriya realised that she too was only wearing her underwear and that in all her fuss, the cover had fallen off the bed, somehow, she didn’t mind. “I don’t usually sleep in. Must’ve been the wine.”

Any response to that was going to delayed by the replay of Callie’s life slowly fading from her eyes. When Viktoriya nearly landed that full-fledged slap to her money maker, there was a flashback to the last moment when Callie felt her board come out from under her on a wave. That moment where one knows the hit is coming and one just has to brace for it. Luckily, Viki's hand never delivered the expected blow.

It made Callie wonder just what had happened to this girl that would make her go from zero to smack in a blink. Did Russian boarding schools really go that hard? Did she let an assassin in the bunk house? Who would want to assassinate anyone in here? Besides that rich kid from last night? Questions that didn't have answers. As Viki adjusted her cochlear implant, Callie did feel bad for yelling, especially if the girl wasn't able to hear without the thing. But the brunette was talking again, which was good.

“No, no, its fine,” she lied. “I just… wasn't ready for that. I… I know I'm totally feeling the time shift at the moment. Didn't know if you were feeling the same thing, or… when you got in from, like Moscow? I never did ask where exactly you were from… Anyway, I figured you would want up since the opening meeting is gonna be in, like an hour or so and I know I need a shower so I don't smell like cranberries.”

“I like the smell of cranberries.” Viki uttered before reaching down and grabbing the covers off the floor to protect her modesty. She looked up at Callie once more and a little half smirk appeared across her face. The time shift from Moscow; either Callie was wasted the previous night or her memory was like an elephant. Either way, Vik found it endearing. Maybe she needed to dig out her natural accent once more? Being an exotic Russian empress might endear her more to the crew than just a nice girl from Canada. “Not sure about the time difference in Russia but the flight from Vancouver was murder.” Somewhere in her dreams, Viktoriya had found some confidence or maybe it was just being around the blonde for longer than a minute. Something about Callie was infectious.

“Thanks for waking me.” Vik said with a look of sincerity. ”I need silence to sleep so I turn off my implant. Usually my body block is good at waking me up.” She reached over to her phone, which sat on the bedside table and admired her notifications briefly. Messages from Mom and Dad. Friends from
School and notification from the CAP APP about room assignments. “Huh.” Turning her phone screen to face her new friend, Viki’s half smile turned into a full one. “Looks like I’ll be staying here smelling like cranberries for a little while longer. We’re roommates.” She felt relieved. Viktoriya had connected with Cal, even if just on a surface level that made things easier and lessened her anxiety even more.

Meanwhile, Callie had a little spike of anxiety hearing the correction. Vancouver?!? I don't know any Russian cities named Vancouver! But that means she… doesn't have an accent right now. Why did I think she was Russian? I mean, clearly Canadian right? They are both frozen tundras so I guess that makes sense? OK Emery, get it together. It's OK. She doesn't care. She… totally brought up murder unannounced. Maybe she means on the dance floor…

The anxiety melted away as Viki spoke more. “Nah, like I said, no problem, and if you need help after the meeting like moving stuff or anything, I…” Callie trailed off as Viki turned her phone around to share the good news. “Or you know, not have to move you at all! Wow, what a lucky turn that is, eh? Life is like, pretty funny sometimes!” Callie put on the big smile she had planned for her new roommate whenever she found out who that was. But… it already felt like it was earned by the Rus-Canadian. “Well then Viki, let me officially welcome you to the best room in the bunkhouse, and congratulations in totally having the best roommate already, cause that's me!” Callie did lean in for a hug, briefly forgetting their current state of dress before pulling back. “And we can totally get one of those cranberry-scented candles or something. I think they are allowed. Anyway, yay! Cool! So I will go grab that shower, we can go to the meeting and get totally set up after!”

“Sounds like a plan!” The hug was unexpected but far from unwelcome. The warmth of Callie’s skin on Viktoriya’s brought a kind of excitement that had best be kept in check. She could already tell that this wasn’t found to be an interesting few months. When her new roomie departed for the bathroom, Viktoriya bundled herself up once more with the blanket and looked towards the open window.

There was lots to do, so much to see, people that she had yet to meet. If she was honest with herself, which she often was and brutally so, Viki wasn’t sure what actually faced her once she dressed herself in her uniform and wandered out of that door. It was a complete and utter unknown to her, that was frightening to say the least. The brunette was a creature of logic, a slave to thought, dedicated to the patterns of her own mind. She didn’t like surprises, she didn’t like the unexpected but that’s all that awaited her on the other side of that clear glass window pane.

There was that anxiety again. Viktoriya needed to get into a kitchen and fast.



That kitchen wasn't available immediately. Between the two of them they had enough time to get dressed and look presentable enough for Bones’ speech… and for the official dismissal of the rich boy prick from last night. Callie couldn't help but stifle some laughter at the temper tantrum the kid threw on the way out the door. Mister Rico Suave trying to look cool and aloof, but instantly turning into the kind of rich brat who demanded they have their feet nailed to the board or something. Mouth of the Rat indeed. She was pleased she wouldn't have to deal with that asshole for the season.

She liked Bones a lot. He reminded her of her own dad. Flexible, but not broken, willing to lay down the law if needed. A big fan of brimmed hats. He was a good boss. Plus seeing Gray as the leader of the crew made her giggle. That boy was getting some shimmer at some point. He just didn't know it yet.

As the two girls and newly crowned roommates returned to their sanctum, Callie let out a little sigh. “So I swear it's not usually that eventful. The past couple of years, it's been a pretty chill first meeting before we learn about the clients. But, hey, when you got a silver spoon lodged in your brain, like, I guess that makes you do stupid things.”

“I don’t know how anyone can behave like that.” Viktoriya was absolutely appalled and shocked by Jonas’ behaviour. Then again, Callie had hit the nail on the head or at least she seemed like she had. Privilege was a word here that meant doing what you wanted, taking what you wanted, saying what you wanted and not giving a single damn about how one was perceived or the consequences that you’re owed. “Well I can unequivocally say that the only silver spoon I have is the one I use to stir batter in the kitchen.”

Viki had no airs or graces; in both her worlds, privilege was a dirty word. She had lived in cardboard boxes in heat-less rooms and watched her parents struggle to make ends meet. She knew the value of hardwork and dedication, hell she was probably obsessed with it; she had been called a perfectionist too many times. Viktoriya knew the satisfaction and the gratification that came after a hard day's work, she knew the rewarding feeling and she craved it. People like Jonas, they could never know that, they could never feel just how intoxicating it could be.

“I’m sorry about last night and this morning.” The chef smiled, having finally found some semblance of confidence. “It takes me a minute to get used to change. My life is…pretty regimented. I’m not always myself until I get comfortable, thanks for making me comfortable, Callie.”

The apology earned a dismissive hand wave from the intended recipient. “Hey, it’s no worries, Viki,” Callie replied. “Part of the job here is to make sure everyone is comfortable. Guests and co-workers alike. And like, I was totally in your shoes before, so I can definitely relate, so I’m happy to help you be more comfortable here and like, be the best chef you can be!”

That last line was meant to be punctuated with a little more certainty, but it did feel a little flat. It was true that Callie was going to be taking on more of a leadership role as one of the older guides on the circuit, but she wasn’t certain she was the type to be a manager. Last year, she was quite content to let Lia call a lot of the shots and just follow her lead since the brunette was the older member of the crew. But Lia wasn’t walking through that door. Now Callie had to not only try and fly on her own, she now had a new girl to take under her wing. Did she learn enough from Lia? Did she want to be Lia? Callie didn’t know. She certainly didn’t get any answers from Lia when trying to contact her over the winter. Maybe Lia ditched Snapchat or something.

“So like, we have a little bit of time before the briefing. Is there anything else I can do to help you, like, get more comfortable? Doesn’t have to be anything major, just, like, I dunno, planning some decorations or something, you know?”

Viki couldn’t and didn’t want to, hide the smile that began to cross her lips the moment they left the orientation meeting. There was no point in trying to deny it any more, after a few hours together in the evening and now in the harsh and clear light of day, she knew that she was crushing on Callie and she was doing so thick and fast.

Physically, Viktoriya could not see any reason for anyone not to be physically attracted to the surfer babe. Indeed, she herself was very much entranced by the blonde's beauty. Yet it was in these moments, the quiet ones where it was just them and Callista’s personality shined that she realised that the more of the girl, the her that was underneath the bronzed, glistening skin, that was what was drawing her in.

“Kitchen should be open now.” The aspiring chef spoke relatively matter of factly. “As much as I’m enjoying our time together, I need a kitchen. I need to feel the heat on my skin and smell something slightly burning. Can you point me towards Eden’s Eatery please?”

Callie hadn't thought about breakfast yet, figuring the residual vodka wouldn't be interested in having company just yet, but food was starting to sound good. “I mean, I can probably guide you there. I am like, starting to get hungry and you know, I think someone totally promised to cook for me and show off some of those breakfast skills? Like I could go for a skillet right now, like eggs, peppers, some other stuff, soak up the last of last night, you know?”

The blonde didn't really know what she was doing. Was she already flirting? Did she mean to be flirting so much? She already complained to Piper nine times up and down the internet about Lia up and leaving her high and dry. Could she really already be taking her place and putting the moves on this new girl? What if Lia did end up returning her messages? It was too early for these kind of problems to be cropping up. Maybe she should try and take it slow?

“But yeah, I can guide the way and get myself a nibble at the same time,” Callie said, before realizing she should have used a different word. Oh well. Surely Viki knew she meant food.

A nibble. A NIBBLE. Something about the way that word escaped Callie’s lips transformed Viki’s blood into a river of fire. The heat flushed into her cheeks and her knees felt weak. She had to ignore those twirly feelings dancing around her gut, it was time for work. The play or at least the hope for play, would have to come later.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to…erm…well…So I need to introduce myself to the team and stuff in the kitchen, so breakfast made by me would have to take a rain check but I would absolutely one hundred and seventy five perfect be down bad…for that.” Viktoriya soon realised the Freudian slip up she had made and quickly pushed down any and all feelings that were brewing. It was time for her logical brain to step in, it had to or she was going to continue making a fool of herself.

“Actually, you know what?” Viki rested a hand on Callie’s shoulder and smiled. “I’ll just find my own way. I need to get my bearings anyway and you should probably check out the water toy situation. Who knows what these guests will actually want to do?!” Removing her hand swiftly, the Russian coughed a little. “But I super appreciate you and everything you’ve done so far for me. Honestly Callie, you are amazing and we’re totally five by five.” She straightened the hem of her chef jacket and began to take a few loose steps backwards. “Definite rain check on the breakfast though!”

Viktoriya scrambled out of the area, trying not to look like she was running away. She didn’t want to, she was enjoying Callie’s company so much, the problem was it was probably too much. After all, there was still work to do.
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To say she was anxious would be a glaring understatement for Viktoriya.

After the Captain’s ra-ra speech, Jonas’s booting from the program and the whirlwind of excitement from her fellow crewmates, a lot had happened in a short amount of time and Viki was using everything in her very being to mask her unease behind an iron curtain. Still, there was something deep in her gut, a knot or a demon of doubt, telling her that she didn’t belong. She wasn’t meant to be here.

Her chef whites were unusual, at least comparatively to what Viki was used to. They were not the traditional straight arm and corner fold that she had worn in other restaurants. These ones were more like tunics, cinched at the waist and tight around the chest, which Viktoriya didn’t mind too much. She wasn’t that self confident in her looks but the dark haired girl knew her hip game was strong and she had decent boobs. The sleeves were short and fitted and she finished the ensemble with a lightly slit at the thigh pencil shirt that skewed a little shorter. It was hotter than a circle of hell in Florida after all and she also wanted to try and look even an iota like some of the girls that she was now crewing with; those girls were Amazonian queens.

It wasn’t that far a walk to Eden’s Eatery. A lot of the local businesses seemed to have some relationship with the Corsairs from what Viki could tell; Symbiotic, she would say. Eden’s was to be her Homebase for the CAP season. A place for her and others like her to practice and create recipes, to hone their craft until they were called upon to travel to wherever the Captain and the guests needed them to go. Along with her anxiety, excitement was starting to well inside with every step onto the pavement by her Etnies shoes. She was about to begin working with a bonafide legend in the culinary community and a personal hero of hers Chef Lance Irvine; He was a multiple Michelin star winner and the proprietor of some of the finest restaurants around the world.

Lance's story began in a place not too dis-similar to Fort Lauderdale; Cape Cod. He grew up on the beach, by the water, serving tourists and townies at the little sandwich stall that his parents ran during their off time. It was where his love for food began. When he graduated high school, Chef Lance spent years travelling, discovering new cuisines, sharpening skills more deadly than a knife and when he returned to the Cape, he turned that family stall into his first restaurant, Dotties. In the intervening years, he has formed more divine delicatessens like Faith’s and The Ivy, all renowned and beloved. Eden’s was no different, though its focus was far more on light nights and breakfast food. Though behind the front, was the test kitchen, a place for the CAP chefs to plot, plan and cook up their wicked brews to take on their charters with them.

Viktoriya approached Eden’s from the back, as she had been informed to do by Korinna. As she approached the door, she could hear a faint sound coming from the other side, a beat of some kind? She took out her key card and slipped it down the designated slot. It was a key made of magic, she thought, as the door clicked opened. Viki was not greeted by a smiling face but instead by the near deafening sound of legendary British pop sensation; Rod Stewart.

“Wake up Maggie, I think I got something to say to you!” Lance stood at the counter top, dropping something into his frying pan as he rocked his head to the music . “It’s late September and I really should be back at school!” He sang at the top of his lungs. When one hears Michelin Chef, they did not picture someone like Lance. He wore faded blue jeans, a Cheap Trick t-shirt and danced around his kitchen without a fear in the world and a Budweiser in his free hand. His big blue eyes lifted from his creation to look at the now open doorway. “Fuck yeah! You gotta be Viki, welcome to madhouse, you're gonna love it here.” He took a swig from his bottle before slamming it down onto the counter and belching loudly. “Well don’t just stand here, get in here, grab a knife and start cutting. Oh and your head chef is here somewhere, ADI?!”

“Aucun de ces gens ne sait ce qu'ils font. Où les as-tu trouvés? Où est mon peuple?”

As the sound of click clack from six-inch kitten heels stormed in from the back room, the redhead threw her hands in the air in exasperation. The new year brought in a fresh group of people for her to haze, and apparently not a single one of them knew what the hell they were doing. Well, according to her, anyway. Adi turned to Lance to complain before spotting the new girl. She raised a manicured brow and put her hands onto her slim hips. The tunic she wore hugged every curve just perfectly, the tight black dress underneath stopping right above her knees. All in all, she was an absolute sight to see. And yet the look on her exquisitely made up face could stop anyone in their tracks. A firestorm contained within a Victoria’s Secret model.

”Oh. A new one.” While she had heard that there would be fresh blood in her kitchen, she wasn’t too keen on teaching someone to take over her position. She knew nobody would ever be able to compare to her talents. At least she looked decent enough. Her eyes ran over the woman’s presentation. ”Cute.” She tilted her head, causing the small tendrils of hair framing her face to fall to the side. The rest was perfectly coifed in a slicked backed bun at the back of her head. While she trusted Lance completely, she needed to know what this guppie was capable of. ”Show me what you can do.”

Viktoriya’s mastery of the French language was limited to what she had learned at a high school level (though she did get an A+) but she didn’t need to be fluent to pick up the cadence of the the redhead woman’s words; this kitchen was a proving ground and Viki had to step up if she was going to survive.

She held a brief pause to soak in everything around her, the environment, the frantically working staff and the woman that was challenging her. Inside her mind, a dichotomy was forming; Viktoriya didn’t know whether to be terrified or turned on. This woman was drop dead gorgeous, just like all the others that she had met so far but she carried an air of authority that screamed perfection. Already the Russian knew that nearly every task she would undertake in the following moments would be scrutinised, criticised and pulled apart for its flaws and imperfections.

It was put up or shut up time.

Placing her hands on her hips, in a similar posture to the recent horrifying and beautiful arrival, Viktoriya stood proudly and powerfully, ready to show what she could do. ”What’s the challenge?” Her voice was fierce, her eyes clear and her determination was high. She was going to prove that she belonged there just like everybody else. She was good at what she did but good wasn’t enough, Viki needed to be perfect.

This seemed fun; tension, Lance loved a bit of tension in the kitchen. It added so much flavour. ”Alright. I got one for you.” The Executive Chef turned down the music on his phone, letting its low hum become background noise instead of a live and in color concert. ”Why don’t you prep breakfast for the guests? I know technically we haven’t been told anything about them yet but that’s part of the fun. Take a punt.” The older man glanced over at his best student. He had pulled the same challenge in Adelaide on her first season, he wondered if it conjured memories. ”We won’t tell you where anything is, how long you’ve got, everything is on you and your skills. It’s badass.”

Her brow raised higher as the new blood stood her ground. While Adi could appreciate her confidence, she knew how high her own standards were. And this little tart didn’t look like she’d be able to rise to the occasion. Tragic. Before she could mention her own little test, Lance spoke up. A small grin pulled at the left corner of her mouth. Of course he would pull the same methods he had used on her. Maybe this meant the chef saw potential where she did not. However, he was hardly wrong and she had the most absolute trust in the man.

Glancing up at the large clock on the wall, she gave a small nod of her head before returning her attention back to the young woman. Normally she would already know her name by now, but it wouldn’t be of any importance to Adelaide if the woman couldn’t keep up. She would have to earn her spot in any of Adi’s kitchens. Folding her arms against her ample chest, her grin turned into a smirk. ”Begin.”

Viktoriya wasn’t one to waste time: as soon as Chef Lance had made mention of breakfast, her mind began to work in overdrive to put together some dishes that would be worthy of his kitchen. She knew nothing of the guests, the Captain hadn’t held a preference meeting yet, so she was completely in the dark. That was fine, despite the ball of anxiety that the beautiful Russian was in a social setting, the kitchen was her playground, her home.

Logic was her friend. First and foremost, Lance had said guests. Meaning that there was more than one, an individual meal wouldn’t cut it; whatever she made there needed to be plenty of it. Second, Viki had been lucky enough to work in a few of Lance’s restaurants previously and in every one, the kitchen set up was the same. The back of house of Eden’s was most likely the same, so she wouldn’t have to navigate her way around impaired by lack of navigation. Thirdly, time was short and lacking in abundance, pressure created diamonds and Viki in a kitchen like this would shine.

Turning down her cochlear implant to prevent distraction, Viktoriya got to work. She immediately turned multiple hobs on three different ovens, letting them warm as she moved towards the far left workstation to relieve it of bread and eggs. Moving around like she already knew the place, the Sous Chef started her first dish, French Toast, it was simple, effective and a not so subtle dig at the harpy staring a hole through her.

Vik didn’t know if the guests would be high society or just regular people on vacation, so her plan was to mix the breakfast with as many styles as much as she could, a taste for all seasons as it were. Taking inspiration from her childhood, or more accurately, the childhood of those she watched through restaurant windows, Viktoriya also added Syrniki to the line up of breakfast foods. Syrniki were caramelised fruit pancakes with sour cream and a dollop of caviar for that savoury sweetness. She then poached some eggs, in a huevos rancheros sauce with some chilli, coriander, onion and feta cheese.

Lance pressed a knuckle to his lip as he watched Viktoriya silently. She was a machine, the timing of everything she was doing was impeccable. Many talented chefs had graced his kitchens, many not so talented had soured them, but none, not even Adelaide, worked with this level of efficiency. When her application first crossed his desk, Lance’s curiosity was piqued by Viki’s mixed citizenship and the kitchens she had worked in. As time ticked away, the Executive Chef looked towards his favourite student. ”She’s good, Chef.”

As the woman’s hand went to the side of her head, Adi tilted her own head in curiosity. What was she doing? Was that- Her eyes widened slightly when it finally clicked for her. The woman had on a hearing aide. She was deaf? And working in a kitchen? A tiny iota of respect built inside her chest for her. Adi didn’t know how everything would be different for the woman, but as she moved about the kitchen, it didn’t seem to hold her back any. If anything, she would kill to be able to just turn off the noise all around her. While the hustle and bustle of a good working kitchen was like an orchestra to her soul, it also heavily influenced her mood at times. What she wouldn’t give to be able to just focus on her craft.

Her eyes continued to watch the woman as she started to prepare her dishes. The French toast dish drew an eye roll from her, but otherwise she was impressed by what she was seeing in front of her. Would she ever admit that? Absolutely not. A muscle ticked in her jaw at Lance’s comment, verifying that he saw the potential in the woman as well. ”It’s just breakfast.”

”Most important meal of the day.” Lance cracked open another day beer as he spoke. He took a sip before cupping the ice cold can in both hands as if it were a mug of cocoa or coffee; it was his equivalent anyway. ”Plus if I remember right, you didn’t seem to have that mentality when you did this challenge. Way back when.”

Viktoriya began to stage her plates for each of her breakfast dishes. Some were presented in such a way that they wouldn’t look amiss in a fine dining establishment, others were messy but hearty, like something from a corner pub or greasy spoon. She knew exactly what styles were needed for each dish and how to make them stand out with appeal. The first taste was always with the eye after all.

”Service!” The Russian called. On cue, a swath of waiters and waitresses poured into the kitchen and began to take her plates. As they were breakfast for the guests, she watched as they were carefully wrapped like Christmas presents to be delivered to whomever was about to grace the Corsairs with their presence, Viki turned her implant back on and then proceeded to fold her arms across her chest. ”How was that Chef?”

“Shit was tight.” Lance smiled as he raised his can in the air as a salute. “Your timing is pretty snug and I love it.” He pressed the index finger and thumb of his left hand together to form an OK sign. “Few kinks to work out for sure, your theme is all over the place. I understand you were trying to cater for everyone but there was too much going on. Too busy. Beyond that? Pretty badass.” Chef Lance lifted his beer to his lips once more and polished off the near entirety of the can in less than three seconds before crushing it in his palm and throwing it into the recycle. ”Bones will call a preference sheet meeting soon, you two should get to know each other. Imma go take a shit. Peace out.” The Michelin star recipient did not hesitate any longer and swiftly made his exit.

The anxiety that she had hidden soon crept up again now that Viktoryia was face to face with the redhead. This was going to be her boss and possibly the woman she may replace if she stayed on for more than one season. That was a daunting feeling, Viki didn’t know if she now had a target on her back, with Adelaide’s sharpest kitchen knives aimed directly at her. ”It’s really nice to meet you. I’m Viktoriya.”

Adelaide didn’t bother to hold back her eye roll at Lance’s comment. She was nowhere near intimidated by him anymore; the man was more like her father instead of her boss. As she watched the woman begin to plate her dishes, her nose scrunched up in distaste. Never would she leave a plate messy, no matter who she was catering to. Fine dining was in her blood and nothing would ever be able to sway her from presenting everything as such.

As the woman finally turned back to them, Adi bit her tongue as Lance responded. Finally he downed the rest of his beer before smashing it in his hand. It barely drew a reaction out of her. This was typical Lance. So, she just stood there, arms across her chest, her eyes fully focused on the woman in front of her. She didn’t even blink when her boss left the two alone together. A brow rose once more as the woman introduced herself. Now that Lance had given his notes and left her to it, it was her time to criticize. ”You’re sloppy. Never again will you serve something in my kitchen without it passing my standards.”

Giving the woman another once over, she scoffed and dropped her arms. There was nothing else for them to do now that breakfast had been served. ”We need to polish you up. Your knife skills are fine, but they can be better. You can practice while we wait for the meeting.” She went to step away before pausing. ”Adelaide.” Nodding, she moved over to the prep station and grabbed her own set of knives from the top shelf. She pulled out her blades and started to sharpen them. ”Prove to me I can trust you in my kitchen.”

Sloppy. Sloppy?

That was never a way that she had been described before. So Adelaide was going to be one of those bosses. That was fine; Viktoriya had worked for those perfectionist types of chefs before, in fact she was one herself but the difference between her and them was that Viki could also be reactive. She knew how to cater to her diners and wasn’t regimented in her approach to the craft of cuisine or the presentation. It seemed, at least at first glance, that Adelaide was beholden to her own ideals. This was likely going to be a very long season.

”Yes, chef.” The brunette began to tidy up the remnants of her breakfast sprint that were scattered across Lance’s kitchen surfaces. ”The crew had a lot of wonderful things to say about you last night.” Vik wasn’t sure why she was even trying to entertain small talk with Adelaide for two distinct reasons. The first was that she simply sucked at it. The second was because she didn’t think it would actually amount to anything. Her new boss didn’t scream social butterfly despite her glamorous appearance.

Seriously how did she stay so put together? The girl was perfectly perfect in every perfect fucking way.

Quick to submit. Perfect. It was exactly the way Adi wanted her chefs to be. Well, to her, anyway. She was completely focused on the task of sharpening her knives when the woman spoke up again. Raising a brow, she barely missed a beat when she gave her response. ”Of course they did. I’m, how do you say…awesome?” She couldn’t help a grin of her own at her comment. Blowing out a breath, she shook her head and kept her eyes firmly on the sharpening rod so as to not damage her delicate fingers. ”I’m really not as tightass as I appear to be.” She scrunched her nose before continuing. ”Well. Not always.”

She set down her tools before turning to look at the woman. ”I run a strict kitchen because I demand perfection. I want only the best for my customers. I want them to experience what food is really meant to be like.” Adelaide shook her head and returned to her task. ”And I kind of had a rough night. So. You’re the hitting bag.” Or was it punching bag? She wasn’t quite sure what the English word was. ”Might as well get used to it, it will definitely happen often. But I promise I’m rather delightful outside of my duties.”

Viktoriya couldn’t help but wonder how much, if any of it at all, was an act? She could see that Adelaide took her role as seriously as a heart attack. One really didn’t have to know the girl very well to see that. And through the haze of the Sauvignon that she drank the night before, Vik seemed to remember the redhead grinding on somebody and dropping it like she wore apple bottom jeans whilst on the dance floor the previous evening. So really, Adi couldn’t be that bad, right?

”I understand.” She acquiesced to her senior. ”This is your kitchen. I’m here to learn and become a better chef.” Ego was a fragile thing. If the egoist is weak, her egotism is worthless. If the egoist is strong, acute and full of distinctive character, her egotism is precious and remains a possession of the race. Viktoriya didn’t need to be a philosopher or great intellect to know that Adelaide was all ego and she needed it to be stroked. Then again, most people in their industry were selfish and cared less about the guests and more about challenging their own sense of skill.

The only thing she knew for certain, was that it was going to be a long long summer.

”I’m looking forward to learning from you.”

”Good!” A genuine grin spread across Adi’s face towards the woman before she nodded her head towards their task at hand. ”Now stop talking and get to work.”
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