I crawled into the kitchens... the smell of food reaching my nostrils... meat! Freashly cooked meat!

I opened the cupboard with one of my sharp claws and there it was - the biggest, juiciest piece of steak that I had ever seen! I licked my lips with excitment... drool dripping down my chin.

I pounced on it - almost swallowing the meat whole. It was lovely! However I was still not full. I wanted the thrill of chasing my meal... hunting it down... ripping out its throat with my fangs!

Then I felt a twinge in my chest.

It was happening again! I looked out of the window and saw the sun rising! I hated the sun... I could never remember what happened to me during the day only that... I would change. Become weaker... become more like a human...

I crawled away from the kitchens. My nights activities were over.

I woke up bright and early and headed to the kicthens. I had been saving a joint of steak especially to cook for todays meal as I thought the crew deserved a break.

To my horror I found the kitchen was a mess and the steak was gone! Sratch marks covered the cupboards doors... that bloody dog of Arlo Banks'!

I reported this at once of Sergeant 'Phoenix'

I entered the kitchens to see what Chef was cooking and I saw the mess

"This is terrible!" I gasped. I looked through all of the cupboards - not only was the steak gone - but it wa nearly all gone! What would we eat on the rest of our voyage?

Luckily I had a couple of things locked away in a chest in my room so I would not starve just yet - however everyone else was going to!

"Well the captain's just going to have to find us some more supplies from somewhere," I said.

I entered the kitchens after heatring disturbing reports that the wolf onboard had eaten most of our food.

It was true!

This worried me greatly. We were in the middle of uncharted waters and I had no idea when we would be able to get new supplies!

We would have to ration ourselves for now...

"I will be able to ration the food we have," I told the captain, "but it will not last more then a couple of weeks... and we will not have great meals. We must find more supplies and soon."

I walked over to the cupboards and began to sort through the remaining food.

I scratched my neck and my shoulders which had been itching me a lot lately. I was also shocked to discover long hairs on my shoulders... I had of course plcuked them out but they were still itching.

I entered the kitchens on hearing that we had no food thanks to the wolf. I was worried however I had heard something earlier that may be of interest.

"Chef," I say as I walk over to her, " I heard a rumour that George Cander has a secret supply of food in his quarters. Should we ask him to get it for us?"

Still itching all over I looked at Max Decker.

"You can ask him," I said, "I'm not going anywhere near that horrible old man!"

Why the hell was I itching so badly?

I entered the kitchens in search of some cooking oil. We had run out of greese for the pipes in the engine room and wondered if we had any spare cooking oil for a replacement.

I found Chef pottering about with some cans of food.

"Hello Chef," I said as I walked over to her, "do you have any cooking oil I could borrow?"

'ahhh so this is where the kitchen is!' as i entered. now i must say im hungry chef so make me a slap up breakfast the whole works, as i can feel i have a very long day of getting this crew in the moods that make me smile!
i'll have 2 eggs, 2 bacon, 2 pieces of toast and some beans! not too many though, as they say too many beans makes for a quick getaway! (to the toilets!) lol

I passed some olive oil to Olivia. "Please don't use it all as I need it for tnoights supper," I said to her.

I then turned to Johnny Finklle.

"Mr Finkelleeee, or whatever your name is, "I said sternly, "Do you know how hard I work in this kitchen? Making meals four times a day for a crew as large as this one is NOT an easy task. I spend my whole time slaving over these stoves so if you don't mind you will WAIT your turn like everyone else!
I know that isnce you've come onboard people have been singing your praises about having an entertainer onboard but you don't imppress me. And sir, I find your mannors appalling. Not a single please was uttered from your mouth!
Now... if you take a seat in the galley I shall be sure to get your eggs, bacon, toast and 'not too many beans' over to you as soon as I can!"

I turned away from the entertainer and went back to work...