Two days later, Huai Shi staggered out of the cabin, doubled over the rail, and heaved a mighty "BLAH" into the sea below.
He felt like he was going to die.
Why in the world could someone steer such a lousy steamer so wildly?
That self-proclaimed Kate Peterman looked strangely familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember where he had seen him; was it because he'd seen too many people deserving a beating, which gave rise to the illusion?
Something just didn't seem right.
Last night, Huai Shi had personally witnessed this fellow in the captain's room, eating hot pot, singing songs, and sipping alcohol, all while one hand held the steering wheel, performing a live demonstration of drifting on wave crests and cornering through sea trenches...
At the most dangerous moment, the whole ship almost took off, flying dozens of meters above the waves.
