Crabs.
Since we got here in November, the craptain has been obsessed with "crabbing".
He bought his personal limit, and another crew-member bought HIS limit, (he's since lost all interest in "ceabbing") every week, the Craptain goes out and collects the traps and re-baits them.
His sister and brother in law are staying on the ship (despite a very explicit "no visitors' policy outlined by the owner of the company on the day he took over...) and he took the BIL out to catch stone crabs yesterday.
They had a good haul. And I mean they came back with about us$150.00 worth of claws...
I never stick around and eat the claws with the dude. I simply can't stand him. BUT, he's always put the leftovers in the 'fridge and I usually will eat the remainder after he passes out.
Last night was no different, they ate about 25 JUMBO claws, and I retreated to my cabin. I took a little nap and got up around 2200 and ate the rest. There were about ten jumbos left in the 'fridge, and I only expected to eat about four, but they were so frigging good that I ate them all.
Today, one of the craptains's friends (truth be told, he really doesn't like the Craptain all that much, and he worked with my former company and we both know all the same people, so I can make a joke about some guy and he'll get it. I like to think he likes to visit the ship to see me, but who knows...)
Anyway, I'm sitting around and I eat all the left-over claws. They are not as good as Lobsters, but they were pretty fucking good. I mean so good that the four that I wanted to eat, ended up being the whole bag of 10 or 12.
So this afternoon, I sit n the beer-cooler, around the corner. It's out of the sun and cool on the ass. I sit around the corner, and this dude who likes me but not him comes around and I hear the Craptain saying "Well I HAD a dozen Jumbo Stone crab claws for you, but Saltdawg ATE THEM ALL, EVERY LAST ONE! last night!"
So I came out from around the corner and apologized to the dude, saying that: Hey, whenever he's left claws in the 'fridge, it usually means they are fair-game, besides, I only wanted to eat about four, BUT They were just so freaking GOOD! &cetera...
My man countered with telling Craptain that he still had a dozen claws from 2 weeks ago, and, and, and...
Anyway, the Craptain is obviously pissed with me, and I'm expecting some sort of repercussions in the next couple of days. He's a Narcissist, and expects grand displays of adoration for minor displays of forethought. I robbed him of his minor display (which nobody cared about anyway) But the relations and the dude saw how pathetic it all was.
Anyway, if he searches my cabin and finds all these empty gallons of Whiskey, expect me home sooner than June/July...
XOXO