There were multiple pools, and laying on a lounger at the biggest one, the ship’s bartender had his arms behind his head as he soaked up the sun. In only bright blue swim shorts, it was clear from his reasonably muscled broad chest that the former engineer had kept up at least some of his physical training. Sunglasses on he dozed here and there between sips of a vibrant purple cocktail and some water. People were playing and swimming in the pool but he seemed oblivious to it all. At least outwardly.

~Sam, Host of Florence’s