The Meeting

[Junes]

Olaf's glance was spiritless, his eyes were never fully open and one eyelid looked as if it was half-open all the time, no matter if he had his eyes supposedly closed or wide-open. The opulent facial hair looked scruffy and glowed greasily in the dim light of the bar. He often had his mouth half-open, even when not speaking. Arguably no gentleman pirate, Andrew thought. Concerns rose within him while eyeing Olaf up. Working together with such an ever-drunk, lardy geezer with a strong leaning towards religious nonsense and a generally bad hygiene? An idea Andrew sure had trouble familiarizing himself with. In spite of all this, he had a strange sort of intuition that this was a man he could and should rely on for this next chapter in his life. And it was the same kind of inward suggestion Andrew used to experience before every major shift in the past. That feeling was the only thing which actually prevented him from simply getting the hell out of this rotten hole.

"Err."

Andrew suffered from an unjustified feeling of embarrassment when Olaf was trumpeting around about his 'women'.

"You know, variety is what we all want, right? Maybe four a month would be nice, and- you know what, we can actually talk about this later, okay? Let's rather come to business topics."

Long time after, Andrew still wondered why he had ask such an obviously pointless question:

"Why does your battleship bear such an extraordinary name, by the way? I can hardly pronounce it.. Hvannadalshnukur.. whatever..."