Things were happening in a peculiar pace. With all the commanding officers on the bridge for a briefing, the mess hall was in rare state of non supervision, that allowed for some of the shadier business that could take place on a pirate ship.
Stede Bonnet, nicknamed; "the Gentleman," was a wimpy rich boy who felt his wife was becoming a drag and thought traipsing as a pirate might be a fun lark. Because when he got bored and wanted to change things up, theft and murder and navigating the treacherous seas of space seemed like the perfect light-hearted fun fest he was looking for. At his side leaning backward with his elbows on the big central mess table was his best mate, "Calico Jack" Rackham, idly chewing on a plastic straw that he had made himself by hacking the ships Waste'O'Nutri machine. His ingenious invention glimmered, at the end not in his mouth, in a light violet shimmer that, in a periodic manner, produced thick white sparkly smoke rings. The bit in is mouth had a chewing gum quality to it and over time released tetrahydrocannabinol, a weak stimulant that wasn't recorded in the ships medical log he found out about on a field trip to a place called Santiago. He was rather taken by his own brilliance, his chewGar could be smoked inhaled chewed and eaten and, desirably, kept his mood mellow all the while no one else had a clue what was going on.
"Yo man, what d you think 'bout all this shit"
The Gentleman turned his head over;
"what are you talking about dude, this shit is grand."
The chewGar made a pass,
"I think you've outdone yourself this time"
"Ye man, wörks alrite" and after a pause "You seen any of the new chicks yet, man?"
"new chicks" *he made an embarrassed cough that didn't want to end and kept going unintentionally
"hur, nah dude hadn't had a chance yet"
"I was there man, when LT. Streets pulled em outta the airlock and stuffed em into medical"
"Man there is some fancy hoes with em man, tight cheeks well build chicks man. We gotta do something about that man"
The Gentleman was growing more uncomfortable.
"I think you've outdone yourself Rackham" He tried shifting the conversation back on a safer topic.
It wasn't that the gentleman was inexperienced it was that in his usual circles this service was either paid for or provided by family members. It was not an affair publicly spoken about.
"Do you reckon we have a shot dude ?"
Calico Jack Rackham leaned further back and considered this for a while.
"Me yea ... man yea, you ? Maybe?"
It was known to most that Calico Jack never swiped left. And he had long acquired a reputation for it. If it had a hole he had humped it. It had, in the two weeks they were aboard the Nori, become clear that Calico Jack could never be allowed into the holo chamber. She had to take precautions and for now just disabled it entirely, to the displeasure of everyone else.