The taste of the salty air arrests my taste buds as I reach the top of the ship.

The stench of rum fills my nostrils and I clamp my nose preventing myself from taking in any more of it.

It's barely past dawn and the sun is still in the sky peeking through the small clouds.

Some of the men are on the floor laughing like jackals much to my concern and there's a crew member singing a rather distasteful song at the top of his toneless voice.

I scan the swarm of drunk men looking for the captain and find him looking ahead as he handles the steering of...