"You are the cook?" asked the pirate while looking at Marvin.
It was no wonder the pirate was suspicious. Marvin's attire was far from what a cook would wear. The son of a farm owner could actually be quite fashionable. The plump man had put on a wig, and his collar and sleeves had floral stitching on them as well. On top of it, he had also adorned a custom-made jacket. As for his feet, only a pair of socks could be seen as his beautiful boots had been confiscated by the pirates earlier.
"My…. my mother has a motel in Canterbury. I help up with the cooking whenever there are not enough people in the kitchen."
Still, the muscular pirate was in doubt ashe looked at the pants that Marvin just wet. Immediately, he realized that he had just screwed up the pirate's first impression of him.
