82 End of a Cruise

"Del, here's your coffee," Clark gave the cup of coffee from his hands to Del.

"Thanks, sir," Del retrieved the coffee.

Clark was his commanding officer. Although his rank was way higher than Del, he still pretty much respected and, for military standard, spoiled his own men. Del also didn't know why, but it was probably because most of his Clark's men were only six years younger than him, but well, Del had no idea about it.

They were sitting on the starboard side of the ship alongside with other six men who were serving the same night shift. They were sipping on their coffee together as the battleship sailed through the dark night. Del hadn't seen Anna, Cassandra, nor Cole since he had been onboard that ship for straight sixteen days. Maybe because he worked on the night shift.

"Well, for a kid originated without any military background, you're doing good so far," Clark complimented.

"Thanks, sir," Del said.