Cedric Stormsail
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Lunchtime arrived for the crew; Cedric, in the kitchen, struggled as he plated the last dish. Frustration and self-anger wrinkled his face. Seeing a crew member enter the galley, his annoyance showed in his furrowed brow. "You're tardy." He coldly complained, pointing at the already plated dishes. "Take these and serve them." He grumpily ordered.