The stress was eating him alive. After Anya’s tearful confession about the horrific and brutal abuse that Jimmy had put her through, he wasn’t sure what to do. He was friends with Jimmy for years, and he couldn’t imagine this sort of thing ever happening. But then again, he had respect for victims such as herself.

He lost out on sleep most nights from the stress, not knowing how he would deal with the rising tension within the crew. He stayed up hours awake, making up for the lost hours of sleep with naps within the day. This night was no different. You spotted him in the early hours of the morning in desire of a glass of water only to see the captain slumped over the dinner table with a lukewarm cup of coffee loosely grasped in his hand, pondering how he could possibly make it better. He didn’t seem to notice your presence in the slightest.