Sagwa really was the kind of cat who still considered herself an apex predator, Lee thought to himself. The damn thing had wiggled her way up a palm tree, and was using her newfound height advantage to plan grand theft canteen. She saw him, he knew she saw him, and she was waiting for him to click his tongue at her to tell her to back off. Lee did no such thing, for although Sagwa had noticed his presence, her potential victim had not yet been so lucky.
“I hope you’re not attached to your lunch,” He said, clearing his throat in an attempt not to startle the poor diner. He approached them, keeping Miss Sagwa in the corner of his eye. “I suspect we have a thief in our midst.”
“Head’s up.” Jack yelled as a frisbee came dangerously close to a figure in the distance. Jack jogged up, following the piece of plastic. “Sorry mate, though in my defense I did give ya warning.” He hummed, a playful smirk ever-present on his lips. “Wanna throw a bit?”
What began as an adrenaline-fueled gasp as a frisbee near took Lee’s ear out quickly dissolved into laughter, low and incredulous. “Your aim is getting better, kid,” he called from over his shoulder. “One of these days you’ll be able to slice my head clean off.”
Lee jogged over to retrieve the frisbee, wiping off the sand from where it had sought to bury itself. He then turned to the cabin boy, squaring up to toss the frisbee back to him. “Having fun on your little vacation, then?” He mused, tossing wide so that Jack would need to run.
Chase had hit up the gym, needing to break a sweat after a night of drinking and the like the day before. Stepping off the treadmill, he walked across the large room, going over to his bag and pulling out his water bottle. Raising an eyebrow as he brought the bottle to his lips, he watched the only other person in the gym as he took a large chug. “See something you like?” he asked teasingly as he closed the top of the bottle, placing it back on top of his bag.
Lee balked at the man’s comment, giving him the stink eye from his position on the bench. “Ugh,” he vocalized, “as if I would be so lucky.”
The leathery surface squeaked as Lee pressed once, twice, before giving Chase another unimpressed glance.
(Lee ByungHun, Heterosexual(?), Male) look who has returned home; it’s Lee SangHyun (Chef Lee), a 44 year old Cook on The Black Trident. He has been described as Efficient and Dour. He has been tasked with watching over any fc. [Catri, 20, EST, she/her, none]
- Lee was born and spent his early childhood in Jeonju, SK, with his mother, father, and older sister. His father’s job as a military lawyer meant that his family moved often: by age eighteen, he had lived in Tokyo, Zurich, Berlin, and Glasgow. He quickly picked up English and Japanese as secondary languages to communicate.
- His older sister was the intellectual of the two, quickly on track to become an attorney in her father’s footsteps. SangHyun was quick-witted, but altogether too stubborn and headstrong to listen to anything his parents told him. He and his family started to grow distant by the time he was a teenager, and that suited him fine.
- Lee left for active duty after barely scraping by in high school. He had the athletic ability, and rose through the ranks quickly with his talent at close combat. Even so, his stony disapproval of authority meant he would never quite reach his potential.
- He was discharged from service at age 24: in a knife fight, he managed to take out an outranking officer’s eye. He left for Glasgow, the last place he’d lived before the South Korean military. His family, of course, had moved on, but he could not bring himself to track them down.
- Lost and restless, Lee lived paycheck to paycheck on line cook jobs in shitty chain restaurants while he tried to find something to do with his life. Enter: Roman Tulach, who came to his counter for a burger and stayed when he saw his quiet anger and his skills with a kitchen knife. Lee left at the end of the week, The Black Trident leaving port with a new Cook on deck.
