Vilo sighed as he took a picture of the glistening blue sea. Since he was out on the front of the ship, it was worth it to take some good pictures, right? They always looked so picturesque and since photos can't lie, they're like little memories in hand-held form. He always loved that about his work. But the upcoming weeks to this had been the most stressful he has had since awhile, so he needed a break. [i]Maybe I should go the bar after I take a few more shots...[/i] He thought. He took a few pictures, some just scenery, others with people and he soon started walking to the ship. He felt a strange calmness come to him. Normally, he would of asked people for pictures, his voice shaking, but it hadn't done this since 'that day'. He dare not say what had happened as he shook his head and even took a few pictures along the way to the bar. 

Sooner than expected, he had entered the bar, simply finding it out of luck and sat at a place sort of disconnected from everyone else, right at the back. He ordered a whiskey and flipped through the pictures on his camera while he waited. When it arrived, he sipped a bit and smiled to himself. Aah, the taste of alcohol filled his senses and he began reviewing the pictures in more detail.