The sea was always beautiful. It was dangerous. It was home.

Jet turned the engine of his boat off then turned around. The pots lay there just below the water. He grappled the rope. You have to be careful as these ropes could have fish hooks on them. You don't want to cut yourself.

He set each crate down on the bottom of the boat. Jet never inspected them til had all of them. Jet paused at the last lobster pot. Inside was a octopus. She ate the bait.

He opened the latch reaching in with his bare hand. The octopus slunk onto his fingers. Its tendrils groping the skin leaving little round marks.

"Asshole!" Jet said to the octopus as if she could understand English. She was tossed over board.

He opened the other crates. He found two lobsters. One of the was pregnant. She would be tossed back.

He started resetting the traps. The work was not too hard. Not for him. His arms had gained some toning after lifting the heavy crates out of the water so may times. Jet kept his hair tyed back now. It was so long it would puff out if he let it loose.

"I wonder what dad's doing?" He asked himself. Well, I will tell you what he is doing right now. Here we go!

There just up the beach is a small academy. Jet was trained there under the watchful eye of Mr brown. He did not look anything like Jet. Round headed and balding. He had new glasses! They looked nice.

He walked thru the kitchen watching the students make multiple dish's. These where the up and coming chef's as he put it. Brown really believed that.

"Your missing potatoes on this plate! How will the customer feel with no potatoes,"

"Sorry chef. I ran out!"

"That's not good enough,"

He smiled. He would be tough but anger never taught anyone anything. It just flavored soups with tears.

He felt his phone jiggle in his pocket.

Jet sent him a photo of the shore so Brown sent a photo of noodles in the trash. Brown was trying to be funny. Jet didn't answer. Annoying.

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Brown walked to the window. He could see Jets boat. He could even wave to him if he wanted but Jet might not see him.

"That boy. How am I going to keep the hotels buffet afloat with out him,"

The restaurant was called Brown and son but currently it was Brown and Phil. Of course he has more staff. The student worked there as job training.

Jet punchedit. his boat took off to the next spot. He waved to a shrimp boat as they passed. A huge drag net pulled along the sea floor. Jet didn't know him but after passing each other every four days, he felt like he did.

Jet pulled the next set of pots. This time he found four lobsters. He lifted the sea roachs from their crate.

"Your a good size. I will name you bisque," It was a good idea to name your lobsters accordingly.

He hit the gas and headed home.

Now a few hours have passed. Mr brown has taken off his glasses and was siting in his office. Jet would be here soon with todays load. Afterwords he would disappear.

Jet used to go hang out with his boyfriend after school. Brown could see them laying on the beach being cute together. He didn't watch. That was his son but he is ok if you watch. As long as Jet says it's ok.

That's the point of this story after all.

The door opened and Phil stood there. He was a old man. His skin tanned dark from 30 plus years in the sun. His hair curly and uncombable.

Brown got up.

"The new chef is here!"

"Is Jet here? He needs to see him,"

"Why are you so obsessed with that?" Phil asked. He was not jokeing.

The doors to the kitchen opened and Jet was standing there.

He had already changed out of his waders and now has a inappropriate anime shirt on.

"You should see the guy in the kitchen!" He yelled but softly.

"What does he look like?" Phil asked. This was a joke.

"I touched his ears!"

Jet let them pass. There in the kitchen standing over a large pot of boiling water was the Siren.

Jet turned away from his father as he paced the office.

"You think you can just bring a hot guy into the kitchen and I will just drill and come back?" He said. "It's working but I'm still pissed,"

"Why do you curse?"

"I'm happy out on the boat. I want to be my own boss,"

"But your are..."

Jet stopped walking. His mind was on that Siren.

"His hairs too blond," he said. "He has a weird half way British voice but ita not the queens English,"

"That's a issue?"

"No! He is to... Is he even a good cook?"

"Not sure. I only hired him for his looks," joked brown.

Jet walked back to the kitchen. SIRENS a rare sight on land after all. He needed a better look.

The Siren was still in the kitchen. He had added.shrimp to the boiling water.

"What are you making?"

"Something simple," he said.

A spoon was shoved into Jets mouth.

"It's octopus!" He said in disqust but it was actually good.

Jet was confused.

"So your the new chef?"

"Yes," said the Siren simply. He scratched his leg.

"Do you like..... Have a cock under there?"

"I do," said the Siren.

Jet laughed at that.

Then the door to the kitchen opened.

"You two!" Shouted a small pink haired girl.

Jet laughed.

"I'm sorry what did I do now?"

"You know what you did! Your in big trouble,"

"With who?" Jet asked.

"With me!" She shouted.