Kuhn, wearing his tanktop on his torso, plus a pair of khaki shorts was working hard, his hat had a few nails stuck in the belt, he also had a couple in his mouth, in his hand was a hammer, and in the other was a plank. He was directing Macario in how to setup the planks properly, long since given up on doing the same with his captain. Chester, wearing another torn and dirty T-shirt sat in the corner, a newspaper on his face, blocking out the sun shining in, ever so often, the sound of him gulping down grog from the bottle he was holding was heard. 

Kuhn looked over at Lina, and grinned, he was starving. "Ah, food!" He said, with delight, hammering in the last nail of the plank, before turning to Lina, grabbing two riceballs that he ate really quickly. Chester peered over from the newspaper. "I guess i can take one, too." He said, Kuhn lazily threw one to him, Chester catching it and eating it.

"Lina, what the hell is this?" He asked, annoyed.

"Riceballs are supposed to have sugar in them! And Booze in the middle!" He shouted, flustered.
"No, that's not quite right, Cap'n." Kuhn told him, surprised.

"Yes they are! Maybe not in the backwoods town you're from, but in all the civilized parts of the North Blue, that's how it's done!" Chester cried, while also gulping down on the food, even sneaking his way to grabbing two more from the plate. "I'm eating. But know it's under protest."