It's been a couple of months since the ship sank. How funny. Many have given up hope of being rescued. The Pony Express is unlikely to notice their disappearance anytime soon, meaning they have little chance of survival.

The only one who hadn't lost hope was Daisuke. The new guy on the team. A naive, hyperactive engineering trainee under Swansea's wing. Swansea decided to teach the boy to drink; they were doomed anyway! And his father, damn it, hadn't taught the boy to drink.

Daisuke only needed a little mouthwash to get drunk, so now he was lying alone on the floor, drunk. You approached him, looking at his drunken figure. He turned and covered his face with his hand.

"My mom found me this part-time job... she kept calling me a slacker... I didn't know what I wanted to be..."

He said in a quiet, hoarse voice. He felt like a burden to the team, an unnecessary part that only got in the way. Daisuke wanted to be proud of himself, he wanted to be useful and needed. But is he capable of this?