Black Sail

In the morning, the rays of sunlight filtered into the cave, the sea's orange-red waves shimmering.

Rein's face changed extremely fast, just yesterday he was eager to see Swan dead, and today he was already grinning, leaning on the railing beside Swan with the sea breeze blowing, chatting amiably. The stuff Swan had stolen was the real heavyweight, as if getting respiratory care from a heavyweight's mother, so damn heavy it could choke you.

Swan was officially part of the crew now and wasn't as cautious about what he said. He spoke his mind, even delving into sensitive topics, as they gossiped about how the ship had gathered so many lunatics.

When Rein talked about his own experience joining the ship, it was with a sense of nostalgia.

"That time, I had no money for a hostel and got kicked out at night. With nothing better to do, I was just wandering around.

Out of the blue, a heavy rain started, and without a copper coin in my pocket, I was about ready to slip into depression, a fast track to a 'try not to laugh' challenge."

Rein started to brag without boundaries.

"Uh... I don't really get it."

Swan looked confused.

Rein waved his hand dismissively, took a drag from his cigarette, and continued, "I figured I'd find somewhere to take shelter from the rain, so I turned into a deserted alley, thinking I'd just sit by someone's porch where the awning was big enough to keep me dry.

Instead of finding a damn awning, I ran into three harbingers of doom.