The Wave made its way across the vast ocean, with many people gathered on the deck to gaze into the distance.
As night fell, the crowd on the deck gradually dwindled.
Yet, there was one place on board where people were always plentiful — the bar.
In the Wave's bar at this very moment.
"Clink!"
Milton Cheney raised his glass and clinked it against the man's across from him, producing a crisp sound.
The bar undoubtedly was a great place where you could gather countless pieces of information that you wouldn't normally know.
The Wave has been sailing for over a week. Milton spent most of these days staying in his cabin; the rest of the time, he spent at the bar.
In merely over a week, Milton had heard more gossip than he knew what to do with.
While most of it was useless junk, a fair share of the information proved to be quite valuable.
"My apologies for being late, Nicholas. Mutz has been keeping me company, I'm sure you understand."
