Sancho made his way to the resturant, finding his path thanks to the whispers among the people regarindg the "Big boobed fish lady" as one gentleman had called his second mate and cook. When he first allied himself with the fishwoman, the pirate made a point of confronting just about anyone who lacked the manners to treat Samehana with respect, regardless of her race, these days he's come to the conclussion that it does not bother the woman, and it's wasted energy, energy better spent on other tasks.

Such as figuring out what's going on on this island, he thought. He found the place where his crewmates would surely be, if the townspeople could be trusted. He entered the room, finding Hamel chatting up the locals, whom were equal parts intrigued and disgusted with the man. A soft grin on his face. "You're making friends, I see." Sancho said, sitting down next to Hamel, he quickly grabbed a napkin, handing it to Hamel, whom had food all over his face once again.

"Please." Sancho pleaded. looking over at the man behind the counter. "Your finest salad, chicken in it." He said as the chef scoffed. "We're out of salad and chicken. We've got soup, and bread."

".. I'll take that, then." Sancho said, a little surprised. A few minutes later, the soup and four pieces of breed arrived. It was far from the best food he had ever seen. He took a piece of breed - it was stale, just about hard enough to use as a rock. He sighed, dipping the bread in the soup, and taking a bite. With another sigh, he put down the bread, and pushed the plate with soup a few inches.

"Something wrong with the soup?" The chef asked, but the way he spoke made it sound more like a threat. "I realized I had already eaten." Sancho said, looking at Hamel. "Where did Samehana go? There's something going on around here."