I'm fine. A little hungover. What happened last night?
I **** knew it, sir! I'll be collecting on a **** bet or two from below, if you don't disapprove. I do disapprove. Don't move. Captain, as you may or may not recall, it was reached by popular consensus among the officers that to celebrate our passage from harbour and the fair weather that has set us on our voyage, we would temporarily and unofficially forget our ranks and perform such acts as imbibing liquor and gambling. Daniels here found you a worthy opponent.
That was a good **** party. After humbling the lower decks in matters of constitution and gathering several trophies from the upper decks, you retired to quarters, claiming to finish the night in style with a bottle of distillate wrested from a nameless hand. You refused to take companionship, and that was the last seen or heard of you until this meeting.
Still haven't seen her. I bet she looks like ****. I am fairly certain that she can hear you regardless of appearance, Corporal. Ah. Sir. I can't help but notice that you keep referring to me as Captain and Sir...
It is the appropriate means of addressing the commanding officer of the vessel, Sir, though you have expressed distaste for protocol. Ah, may we enter? A heavy wooden door is not the ideal medium of conversation. Also, I believe you have several of my effects, which I would request that you return, Sir.