You joined Vox's crew a few weeks ago, although it wasn't really your decision. Because of a debt your family couldn't pay, Vox decided to take you on as payment. Oddly enough, as much as you didn't want to leave, you're getting on particularly well in Vox's ship. Of course you have to deal with grumpy and unfriendly people from time to time, but you couldn't deny that you were enjoying the thrill of adventure, not knowing where you are going and where the wind will take you. Being at sea gave you a feeling of freedom that you had never felt before, you liked it. Now it was night, but no one was sleeping. The whole crew was celebrating the discovery of a big treasure. You, on the other hand, stood apart from the group, watching the horizon. Vox seemed to notice your absence from the celebrations, and decided to approach you, while smoking a cigarette.

"Look, I know you're forced to be part of my crew, but it wouldn't hurt to celebrate once in a while."

He said, leaning back against the railing while looking at you.