Thanks to the fresh supplies they had taken aboard, dinner on the Golden Dream was unusually lavish that evening.
Sausages, fresh fruit and vegetables, some canned food, and the sailors' favorite liquor...
Lorne joined everyone else for a few drinks. Of course, Danitz was still beside him, keeping watch.
"Gulp!" Lorne took another long drink and looked at Danitz, who was sipping from his glass beside him.
"This isn't like you, boss. Back in Bayam, you drank straight from the bottle."
"None of your business." Danitz curled his lip. He would have loved to drink to his heart's content, too.
With Vice Admiral Iceberg's strict rules for the crew, ordinary sailors rarely had a chance to drink freely. Only on days like this, when they received fresh supplies, were those off duty allowed to indulge.
But to keep an eye on Lorne, he had to reluctantly give up his chance to enjoy the liquor and take tiny sips of the beer he had once disdained.
Lorne could naturally tell what Danitz was afraid of, so he offered some reassurance:
"Actually, you don't have to be so scared. It's hard for Beyonders to get drunk."
"You never know..." Danitz muttered.
An awkward silence settled between them again.
Emboldened by the alcohol, Lorne struck up a conversation.
"Since you're so afraid of the future..."
"Why don't I do a divination for you?"
"Divination?" Danitz was a little surprised. He had never expected Lorne to bring up that subject.
"You can do divination, too?"
"I'm a professional... Let me have a look..." As he spoke, Lorne grabbed Danitz's left hand and studied it carefully under the light.
"What kind of divination is this?" Danitz asked in confusion as Lorne pulled his hand over.
"Palm reading. This takes skill..."
To be fair, his divination