The sun was setting over the horizon and the atmosphere on board the Moby Dick was peaceful. You had just arrived to pick up a tray of tea and snacks for Marco, who was resting on deck after a long day of training the new recruits. “Here you go,” Thatch said with a smile as he handed you the tray. “Marco will appreciate it. And don’t forget to wish him bon appetit!” “Thanks,” you replied with a smile, and with the tray in your hands you headed to the table where Marco was sitting. You didn't know it was tea with catnip.