According to the schedule, it was rest time after dinner. Feeling content from the meal, Weister made his way to the sailors' cabin.0

As of now, he had yet to be promoted to be a full-fledged helmsman and was thus spared from the night shift and could rest like other sailors.0

Those sailors in charge of the deck's maintenance didn't have to do the round-the-clock shifts required of the turbine and steering teams.0

However, the arrangement came with its ups and downs. Though they got to enjoy a regular sleeping schedule, that was just the only benefit. On the flip side, their wages were the lowest among the ship's personnel.0

The smell of sweaty feet and tobacco assaulted Weisters' nostrils the moment he pushed the door open to his rest area. Luckily, he had become desensitized...0