Chapitre 52: The Wave

Two soldiers, Nick and Sam, were stationed in one of the watchtowers at the Akarios Dockyard. It was a quiet morning, and the two men were enjoying the peace while it lasted. The sun was shining, the waves gently lapping against the dock and the air was filled with the distant sounds of the port under construction.

"Hey, Nick," Sam said, leaning back in his chair and stretching. "Did you hear about that drinking contest last night at the barracks?"

Nick chuckled. "Yeah, I heard about it. Apparently, Johnson thought he could outdrink everyone. Big mistake."

Sam laughed, shaking his head. "He ended up passed out under the table. Took four guys to carry him back to his bunk."

Nick grinned. "Classic Johnson. Always thinks he can handle more than he can."