Bang——
The door of the captain's cabin slammed shut.
Sitting behind his desk, Aiven finally breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out and poured a cup of black tea for Ambrose, a special supply prepared by the attentive sailors for the captain himself.
"Knight Ambrose, please sit! We're all old friends here, no need to stand on ceremony."
You can't make the leaders suffer, that's an undeniable truth worldwide.
For most people, life on the ship was somewhat arduous, and for most sailors, if they didn't secure an easier position before the age of 35, it would be tough to persist on the treacherous seas.
Yet with a group of people tending to his needs, Aiven's quality of life wasn't bad. He had heard of navy captains from noble backgrounds who even brought servants and personal chefs onboard, making for quite a comfortable life.
In comparison, Captain Aiven's lifestyle could be described as extremely modest.
"Thank you! Captain, you can just call me Ambrose."
