Jack scrutinized the person in front of him.
The captain lowered his head under Jack's gaze. Fear and humility were written all over his face as he shuddered at the thought of enraging Jack. With a cautious approach, the captain tried to explain, “I believe you know, sir, that we usually face various unpredictable issues at sea, but fret not! My crew is highly experienced. Don't worry, sir. You won't have to wait for long.”
Only after the captain's reassurance did Jack's expression gradually soften. “How long more will it take? Give me an estimation.”
The captain breathed a sigh of relief. “Half an hour at most! It's almost noon. If you're hungry, I'll get the kitchen to prepare lunch for you. After you've finished your meal, we'll be ready to set sail!”
Expectedly, Jack was not in the mood to enjoy a meal. He waved at the captain impatiently. “No need for that. I'll take a coffee instead!”
Humming in agreement, the captain turned around to execute Jack's order.
Within minutes, someone showed up and served Jack the coffee he asked for.
With each passing second, Jack was getting increasingly restless. He tried to keep himself occupied by checking the items in his suitcase over and over again in an attempt to relieve his anxiety.
When the coffee was served, Jack took the cup and downed it all in one gulp without even turning to look.
The next second, however, he almost spat out the coffee, repulsed by the bizarre taste of the liquid.
“What is this sh*t? You call this coffee?” Jack began cursing up a storm as he smashed the cup to the ground. “This is the treatment I get from you after paying you so much? You deadbeats can't even be punctual!”
With that, Jack closed up the suitcase, picked it up, and began to make his way to the door. “Scram! Get out of my sight! I'm hiring someone else!”
“My mistake. Mr. Damaris has a stomach made of refined gold. How can it tolerate cheap and expired instant coffee powder?” A mocking voice sounded beside him.
Jack's judgment was clouded by his fury. When he heard that sentence, he snapped his head in the direction of the voice and shot the person who spoke a murderous glare.
Instantly, Jack caught sight of Jonathan standing at the doorway with a hand in his pocket. Mockery and disdain were etched on the latter's face as he watched Jack as though he was watching a clown performing tricks.
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