Chester popped the lid off his bottle as he sat down next to the helm of the Hinnon Breeze, the brig leaving the docks and once again setting upon the open sea. Kuhn looked up at the sitting captain who had his back turned towards them, one hand drinking booze, the other lazily directing the helm. "You sure dat's safe?" Kuhn asked, and Chester nodded. "Uh-Huh. Perfectly safe. I've only been shipwrecked a handful of times."

"Fantastic." Kuhn added. "You, target practice." He said, pointing at Macario and his wounds. "Can you navigate? Call me old fashioned-"
"Old fashioned!" Chester chimed in.

 .."but I prefer a helmsman who looks at the water." Kuhn continued.

"You talking shit to your captain? I will fight you!" Chester added, faking being flustered.

"Of course not, and I'm sure you would. Speaking of which, you guys are all in pretty bad shape, we really shouldn't be fighting anyone right now, so perhaps we should duck down and try to play it safe."

"... Lina, I don't think newbie's knows me very well"

"... Guess I do not."

Chester grinned, getting a wet rag and wiping some blood off of his face. "Ow." He said as his wound started bleeding again, he continued to poke the wound with the wet rag, every time letting out a soft 'ow'. "We have ten crates of booze in the cargo hold. And I want four of those to be gone by the time we go to sleep."

"What about the other six? We saving those?" Kuhn asked, as he took a sip from the alcohol. He knew very well he could never keep up with Chester in drinking - this guy beat Isaac, and Isaac could've drunk an entire battalion under the table all on his own. 

Chester laughed. "Haha, no."

And so, with continued banter, our heroes sailed on to further adventures, the Hinnon Breeze softly bouncing on the waves as friendships were forged and stories were shared, partying the night away as they sailed on the open ocean.