Simone was still giggling to a degree as he made it to his hammock area. He popped open his foot locker and put away his well earned cash, locking it up incase anyone got any wise ideas. He settled down a bit as he crawled into his hammock and laid back for a moment. He pondered what the next destination was now, since the last had been (besides a brief chase) largely uneventful. He closed his eyes and pulled his hood down low over his eyes as he brought his mind to his actual job on the ship, cooking. Right, he had to cook something before the crew got too hungry and irritable, which happened for some sooner than others. He swung his legs over to the side and dropped to the floor, starting for the kitchen. 

Simone crossed the deck in the sun and to the kitchen. He thought over some ideas for a meal tonight, and decided he had his mind set on something spicy, which he luckily had gotten the supplies for. He made it to the kitchen and went for the door to the food storage room. As he reached for the handle, he heard some movement behind the door. With that he cautiously swung the door open to find a young looking dark-haired boy among the food.

[color=orangered]"What the hell?"[/color] Simone exclaimed at the sight of him. A stowaway?