The door to the captain's quarters swung open, and Duncan stepped into the room. The goat-headed creature in charge of navigating the Homeloss immediately reacted, turning its head towards him with a squeaking creak.
"Duncan Ebnomal, I've answered ahead of time." Duncan spoke proactively even before the creature had a chance, then headed straight to the corner liquor cabinet and casually poured himself a small glass of strong liquor which he downed in one gulp.
The spicy and stimulating flavor burned down his nerves, appearing to genuinely offer some comfort. Duncan breathed a small sigh of relief, feeling a slight calm settle over him before turning to scrutinize the navigational charts on display, displaying routes that continued to extend southward.
