On the desolate aft deck of the Narwhale, Charles downed glass after glass of whisky as he drowned in his sorrows. His usual solace from drinking liquor eluded him this time; instead, the bitter liquid had deepened the sense of powerlessness weighing down on his heart.0

Watching another crew member dying before his eyes was a torment. It was for the same reason that he deliberately tried not to get too close to new crew members.0

This time, however, the unfortunate fate had landed on Bandages. From the first ever island they had explored, Bandages had been with him for almost four years now.  0

And he was about to lose yet another seasoned crew mate…0

"Is there really no way to resolve this?" Charles' words slurred as he sprawled on the deck. He leaned back against the ship and stared into the darkness ahead.0

He had been pondering over...0