The Pirate with a Scarf walked onto the wooden deck. All the pirates seemed in a good mood, either chatting or racing beetles. The Pirate who liked Kittens and Sunsets was steering the boat, and the Pirate Captain was looking at a map that looked like the right half of Africa and a bit of Asia. That should be an interesting adventure.
"Good morning Captain." The Captain turned and smiled. "Well, good morning yourself," he replied.
"Everyone looks to be in good spirits," the Pirate with a Scarf commented.
"Well, almost everyone, Number Two." The Pirate with a Scarf gave him a look. Everyone looked happy on the ship, who could be upset? "It seems like Surprisingly Curvaceous Pirate is having one of his 'moody days' again."
The Captain turned to look at his second in command. "It's the darnedest thing, Number Two. It seems like every month, around the same time, he just gets in a fowl mood and stays in his room all day. If anyone tries to talk to him, they usually get an earful of yelling. If it were anyone else, I would've kicked them off the ship a long time ago. But with him, it seems like before the week is through, he's back to normal. Do you think it's some sort of disease?"
"Um, I'm not sure," the Pirate with a Scarf replied.
"Well, it doesn't matter," the Pirate Captain said with a shrug, "By the time we could get to a doctor on Blood Island, he'll be back to normal. And it doesn't seem to be affecting the rest of the crew, so it can't be too serious right?"
The Surprisingly Curvaceous Pirate was laying down in her hammock, with an extra pillow under her back. Every once in a while she'd mutter a curse, but mostly she just stayed quiet and rested.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Com-!" The Surprisingly Curvy Pirate stopped herself, and quickly deepened her voice. "Come in!" 'he' shouted, hoping the visitor would be quick, since he wasn't in the mood to talk.
"Hello," said a calm voice. It was none other than the Pirate with a Scarf. Along with the Pirate Captain and the Albino Pirate, The Pirate with a Scarf was one of his favorites on the ship. He was always so nice and easy to talk to.
"Hello," 'he' said back.
"Um, I just wanted to check on you," the Pirate with a Scarf said, not really looking at the pirate but at the decorations in the room, "The Captain said you were in a bit of a foul mood."
The Surprisingly Curvaceous Pirate mumbled something like "Of course I am," and then said a little louder, "I'm fine. Just resting up a bit."
"Right, well even so, I brought something that might make you feel a bit better." The Pirate with a Scarf sat down on the hammock, careful not to tip the whole thing over, and took out a napkin with something wrapped in it. Looking at the tissue curiously, the Surprisingly Curvy Pirate watched him open it. The opened tissue revealed two or three small brown chunks with a heavenly aroma surrounding them.
"Chocolate?" Surprisingly Curvy Pirate said, 'his' voice getting a little higher.
"Yeah, I noticed you liked to eat it, so I thought it would be a good idea to pick some up just in case," explained the Pirate with a Scarf, "I picked these up after our Adventure with Frenchmen."
Chocolate from France? At a time like this, to the Curvy Pirate, this was better than pure gold. "Aww, thank-" 'He' stopped himself and lowered his voice, "Thank you Scarf. It's nice of you to help out a fellow pirate."
"No problem," the Pirate with a Scarf replied, giving him a smile. The Surprisingly Curvy Pirate prayed he didn't notice the blush underneath the bushy orange beard. "Well, feel better," he said, standing up from the hammock and walking towards the door. Before he left, he gave her one last smile.
That's right, 'Her'.
It wasn't too hard to figure out, and yet he was the only one who knew the truth. And it would stay that way, at least until she was comfortable with telling the others. Until then, he would be there to keep her secret, and provide her with a bit of chocolate now and then.