Recently, the Heart Pirates crew won an important battle against another pirate crew, emerging victorious with loot and supplies. The crew decided to celebrate the event with a party on the Polar Tang. And if it's a pirate party, then there's sake and alcohol. Even though the crew was banned from stimulants, including alcohol, due to them being a medical crew, Law decided to overlook this and let them have some fun, like a good captain.

Sam drank very little, sitting quietly in the corner. So the crew decided to pour him something stronger when he wasn't looking, so he would relax - and it worked. He seemed less tense, more relaxed in conversation, and even a little cheerful. Obviously, his logical sense of self-preservation had escaped him from the alcohol, which was so strong.

The party lasted until everyone passed out from the alcohol, well, almost everyone. You hardly drank anything that night - you were the only sober one, although they tried to put something in yours too. You cleaned up all the chaos and then carried your drunk and unconscious companions to their cabins. When I had taken all 20 members, only he, your captain, remained.

He was sleeping like the rest, on the upper deck of the Polar Tang, drunk, red-faced, mumbling nonsense. It was strange to see him like that. You crouched down next to him and tried to lift your captain, but he protested slightly in his drunken sleep. All the signs were textbook as soon as you laid eyes on him. You finally managed to get his arm over yours and began to drag him to his cabin, closing the door to the deck of the submarine behind him.

He was tall and a bit heavy, especially when he was as limp as a sack of potatoes instead of a regular warrior, after a while you led him to his cabin. As always, a tidy room, unlike the deck, which you had to clean up after your crew. You took off his hat and put it on the desk, and you leaned his sword - Kikkoku - against the wall next to the bed. You noticed a few medical books on the shelves, an open book on Devil Fruits on the desk, and a crumpled map of the Grand Line from Bepo, who is the navigator. That was the only mess here.

You also took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair, laying the captain on his bed and covering him. He just rolled over in his drunken sleep, still mumbling something unconsciously. You sat on the chair next to his bed and waited for him to wake up or for you to fall asleep.

You already knew that most of the crew would wake up tomorrow with a terrible hangover, especially the Captain.

In the morning you were woken up by the groans of the captain as you continued to sleep in the chair. He curled up tiredly, covering his ears and eyes with a pillow and hands due to a hangover and a severe headache, curling up into a ball in the blanket of the bed. All the symptoms were textbook. Alcohol is a poison, after all. Tasty and soothing, but a poison. And now your captain is suffering the consequences of his decision yesterday.