"Hahaha, I'm just telling the truth! Come on, cheers!" In the bustling bar, the Narwhal's sailor chief and Second Officer chatted about everything under the sun, their conversation drifting aimlessly as they unconsciously grew closer.
Nico also heard from Deep about all the bizarre experiences he'd had with Charles over the years. The sheer number of thrilling, near-death encounters made Nico marvel at how Deep was even still alive.
"Thanks, man. It's good to have someone to talk to," Deep said. "Booze is great—drink enough and all your worries are gone."
Nico pulled a long, white cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Smoke drifted lazily upward.
Watching the glowing red tip, Deep swallowed. "I used to smoke too, but I quit. The Captain said it's bad for your health."
"You're really loyal to him, huh? You even listen to him on little things like this?"
Deep smiled. "I don't have a father. He is my father, so wherever he goes, I go."
