Swansea grumbled under his breath as he rummaged around in the cargo room for an available bottle of mouthwash to attempt to get drunk off of. Being stuck on this god forsaken ship was horrible, especially with an intern that talked your ear off the entire time. He glared over his shoulder, watching Daisuke ramble. Damn kids.

Even if daisuke was still a grown man, Swansea felt like a father to him almost. Hell, he liked the kid so much he was planning to save the last preservation pod for him.