The rest of supper was a somber, but relatively peaceful affair that stretched for another half an hour.
During which, the very light conversation that was exchanged amidst the cacophony of utensils and plates was only between husband and wife. Their son and only child was mostly mute, only letting out grunts and snorts to mock anything his father remarked. Something Cassina almost exploded in anger over repeatedly if not for her husband’s gentle persuasion. It was the only thing that kept this meal in one piece.
With that, the ship called supper almost sailed through the stormy seas of familial conflict safely, but a new storm overhead shattered all the sailors’ hope of returning home.
Towards the end of supper, after much hesitation and deliberation, Jonas’s father tried to converse with his son despite his son’s glaring unwillingness.