On the deserted aft deck of the Narwhal, Charles downed glass after glass of hard liquor, but the usual remedy for his sorrow had lost its effect. After drinking, the sense of helplessness in his heart only grew heavier.
The feeling of watching another crewmate die right before his eyes was agonizing. It was why he deliberately avoided forming bonds with new crew members. But this time, it was Bandages. He had been by Charles's side for almost four years, ever since their first days on the island. Now, another veteran crew member was leaving him.
Is there really not a single thing I can do? Charles slurred drunkenly as he slumped onto the deck, leaning against the ship's side and staring into the darkness before him.
