[Lots of islands he's never been to, lots of vibrant food cultures he's never had the time to explore, sadly. Maybe some day. As far as he can tell, though, he's not missing anything when it comes to soda, so he pours his rum and then knocks back a sip of it.]
I'll have to ask. Viveca seems like she's pretty accommodating. This stuff isn't bad, though. Or maybe that last one burned off all my tastebuds.
Yeah, juice if you've gotta make it stretch further. Or just water if you're really hard up.
[That's what mixers are for, right? Why wouldn't you just drink the alcohol straight if you have plenty of it? Earth folks are a puzzle.
But he's curious, now, so he mulls it over for a moment, has another sip of the rum as it is, then sets his glass down on the counter for her to reach.]
Get desperate on long sea voyages, what can I say.
[He takes the glass back and has a drink, and there's a bit of a crinkle at the corner of his eyes at the combination of carbonation and intense sugar.]
It's not terrible. The rum helps cut through how sweet it is.
[So he has another sip just to be sure, then shrugs.]
Not my preference, but it's better than water if you've gotta put something in it.
Let's see... Four weeks, give or take a few days. Most islands are close enough where two weeks is the most you'd usually spend, but any time you have to cross a calm belt things slow down, then while on the way north into East Blue, which has this big empty part of the ocean before you get to the next island the ship I was on this one time got stalled by a storm we hadn't expected. Still not convinced it was natural. Shredded the sails, broke a mast, so we were basically stranded for a week doing repairs. All the while, there were sea kings passing by just at the horizon, and if the ship wasn't shielded against them we'd have been breakfast.
Huh? Oh, yeah, it was a Marine cruiser, not some little rowboat. They make long journeys relatively comfortable. Three decks, plenty of space. Not meant to handle a storm like that, though, that's for sure.
[Still, comfortable is all relative. He has no problem sleeping in a hammock and tolerating everything being damp and salty for a couple weeks with forty other Marines all in close quarters. The Ximilia is luxurious in comparison.]
'Course, I've had to deal with rowing through a storm before in a dinghy too but that was just for a day or two, not a month.
If you want, I've already used the simulation room for it a couple times. Less to teach, more to just show off what being on a sailing ship is like, since I guess a bunch of you've never been on one. Any time you want.
[It's an especially easy offer to want to make. Reminds him a little bit of home, for an hour or so, just to feel the wind on his face and the swell of waves under the deck. Plus, you can't actually drown in a simulated ocean if you fall off, so that's pretty good.]
Only one way to find out. But I suppose since it's all based on what I'd want to see, I can just imagine the water flat if you like. Plus, as long as you can see the horizon it's not so bad for most beginners. Folks new to sailing really struggle below decks. Something about seeing your surroundings helps your mind make sense of it.
[Mostly. He shrugs. He hasn't met too many people who regularly get seasick in his world, but maybe it's been bred out of them all after generations.]
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[Lots of islands he's never been to, lots of vibrant food cultures he's never had the time to explore, sadly. Maybe some day. As far as he can tell, though, he's not missing anything when it comes to soda, so he pours his rum and then knocks back a sip of it.]
I'll have to ask. Viveca seems like she's pretty accommodating. This stuff isn't bad, though. Or maybe that last one burned off all my tastebuds.
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[There's no way they don't have juice...
Right?]
I'm pretty sure anything tastes better than whatever that was.
[Done putting together her drink, Daisy takes a testing sip. That was way better than before. Holding the glass out in offer to him,]
You want to try it?
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[That's what mixers are for, right? Why wouldn't you just drink the alcohol straight if you have plenty of it? Earth folks are a puzzle.
But he's curious, now, so he mulls it over for a moment, has another sip of the rum as it is, then sets his glass down on the counter for her to reach.]
Sure, why not.
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[Setting her glass down, Daisy pours the soda in his glass until he tells her to stop. Asking him once he's had the chance to try it,]
So? What do you think?
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[He takes the glass back and has a drink, and there's a bit of a crinkle at the corner of his eyes at the combination of carbonation and intense sugar.]
It's not terrible. The rum helps cut through how sweet it is.
[So he has another sip just to be sure, then shrugs.]
Not my preference, but it's better than water if you've gotta put something in it.
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So you'll finish it?
[She leans against the counter, taking a sip of her drink.]
What's the longest you've been at sea for?
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Let's see... Four weeks, give or take a few days. Most islands are close enough where two weeks is the most you'd usually spend, but any time you have to cross a calm belt things slow down, then while on the way north into East Blue, which has this big empty part of the ocean before you get to the next island the ship I was on this one time got stalled by a storm we hadn't expected. Still not convinced it was natural. Shredded the sails, broke a mast, so we were basically stranded for a week doing repairs. All the while, there were sea kings passing by just at the horizon, and if the ship wasn't shielded against them we'd have been breakfast.
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...How'd you guys survive that long? I mean, did you at least have a cabin?
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[Still, comfortable is all relative. He has no problem sleeping in a hammock and tolerating everything being damp and salty for a couple weeks with forty other Marines all in close quarters. The Ximilia is luxurious in comparison.]
'Course, I've had to deal with rowing through a storm before in a dinghy too but that was just for a day or two, not a month.
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[The more she learns about his life, the more she sees just how crazy it was.]
You can survive the sea in a storm, but you trip over your two own feet?
[How has he managed to live this long?]
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[He grins, then downs another gulp of his drink.]
I'll teach the sailing stuff to anyone who asks, but I'm keeping the secrets of being an extreme klutz all to myself.
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[Daisy smiles at how easily he can lean in to the teasing, even if it's at his own expense. This is why she likes him.]
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[It's an especially easy offer to want to make. Reminds him a little bit of home, for an hour or so, just to feel the wind on his face and the swell of waves under the deck. Plus, you can't actually drown in a simulated ocean if you fall off, so that's pretty good.]
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I've never been on a boat before. Think I'll get sea sick?
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[Mostly. He shrugs. He hasn't met too many people who regularly get seasick in his world, but maybe it's been bred out of them all after generations.]
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[Daisy looks at the drink in her hand and decides...]
Maybe afternoon sometime.
[It's already getting late, and who knows how many drinks they're going to have. Although he probably has a much higher tolerance than her.]
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Sure, if you're assigning ranks for fun, I like the sound of that one. Tomorrow afternoon it is.