The finished skyray wagyu sits on a bright jade plate.

Salted and seasoned with a zesty industrial pepper blend, thyme, and a dash of paprika, the brick of five-star grade contraband settles, pooling a decadent dark red around its base. Like a marbled island lost in a jade sea, this dish would surely transport its victim’s senses to paradise.

An enticing steam rises from the wagyu. There are looks of dangerous desperation all around the room as all eyes are focused on the dish. These are starving pirates. The mood is quiet and intense.

The Captain steps forward.

She draws her large, Pearlescent blade from its sheath.

There is a short moment of hesitation before she quickly and carefully takes a slice of the wagyu. The bright flames of the stove act as a spotlight, highlighting her every movement.

She lifts the slice of wagyu to her mouth using the blade.

Sebastian stares at her intensely. Beads of sweat drip down from his forehead.

This is it. This dish will determine if he and Dusty live or die.

It could very well be the last dish he ever serves.

The Captain slips the wagyu into her mouth and takes a bite.

She cracks a smile and giggles with her mouth still full,

"Oh, it’s good!"