Charles shook his head. "I can't sleep in this situation. How are the other crew members holding up?"
"No problems there. Everyone's an experienced sailor. We all know that in times like these, it's most important not to panic."
Charles was slightly relieved. Fortunately, his crew could be trusted. As long as they were together, they could overcome any adversity.
As the warm soup settled in his stomach, Charles began to feel a bit drowsy. He shook his head, trying to fight off the drowsiness, but the feeling only grew stronger.
Feeling his eyelids grow heavy, he glanced at Deep nearby. "I'm going to close my eyes for a bit. Wake me up in half an hour."
"Alright," the sailor chief readily agreed.
Charles peacefully closed his eyes and dozed off in his chair. He slept soundly. When he awoke, he found all his mental and physical exhaustion was gone.
Deep was still at the helm beside him. Through the glass window, it was still pitch-dark outside, completely unchanged from before.
