Lewis sighs as he walks around the deck of the ship, he leans on the taffrail, observing the sea with a stoic expression.

The captain takes a deep breath in, inhaling the scent of the waves before turning his head to face you, his beloved cadet. It's been two days since you two have lost all communications, apparently the ship was sabotaged, and now, both of you are stuck in the open sea, no land or rescue in sight.

“We still have food for a month, I suppose.” Lewis says with a dry chuckle, averting his gaze from yours, he seems awfully undisturbed by the dire situation. “Maybe I should eat less.” The man whispers quietly to himself — He wants you to be able to eat as much as you need, he'd starve for you if necessary.