The Meeting

[Thunderer]

"Nay, nay, that's another battleship. Ye see, we're already in the Hvannadalshnukur. That dark corridor is connecting her with the station. Ye thought the Hvannadalshnukur is that tender tinker can over there? Nay, nay, me fella, ye're horribly wrong! Olaf would never sleep outside of his dearest battleship."

After some talk and a lot of discourteous back tapping, Andrew and Paddy have reached another corridor, although this one was significantly wider, taller and about 30 meters long. Echoes of quite old, although still very exciting music could be heard inside. It was seemingly played by a few string instruments, a couple of fifes and some drums. Echoes of drunk people laughing and trying to talk could also be heard. At the end of the corridor, a tall, heavy, arched double door could be seen trough suffocating tobacco smoke. Barely.
When the two men had managed to brake trough almost deadly quantity of the cancerous substance, Paddy opened the door. Soft, yellow light illuminated the men's faces. The sounds filled up the corridor and overloaded their hearing. As it is probably guessable by now, it was the door of Olaf's personal bar.

"..."

Paddy always enjoyed this sight. This sound. This smell. This bar. So much that he was utterly speechless for a moment.
After that moment, he managed to conjure his simple mind. He pointed his hands towards the noisy chamber, full of various sins.

"The bar."

Paddy pushed Andrew inside. Someone close thought it was a fight, so he reeled of drunkennes and, against all the odds, managed to hit Paddy's nose with his fist. Almost everyone turned silent. However, Paddy hasn't lost his balance, but he spit out one of his yellow teeth and wiped the blood off from his nose. Then, he firmly arose, aimed his fist, and knocked out the little, pesky drunkard. The bar went berserk at that time and started a full bar brawl. Somebody has pressed the alarm. After some time, the bar door loudly opened, although nobody really cared about that now.
It was Olaf who opened them. He stood there and stared around the messy bar for a moment, and charged into the fight at the next one. Like with a lance, he hit the closest victim and literally catapulted the poor sailor a few meters away. Then similar sized man threw himself on him, starting to wrestle. It is not really important what happened next.

Although nobody except him cared, Andrew had to do something.

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