Yixing squints, eyes traveling across the dimly lit pub in search of his crew. It's a small space, crowded with full tables and tipsy bodies swaying dangerously as they traverse around the room. Smoke is dense in the air, impairing Yixing’s efforts and clogging his breathing along with the smell of alcohol, unwashed bodies, and vomit. It takes great effort on Yixing part not to turn around and leave, already missing the salty scent of the ocean. He'll never understand why anyone who spends most of their time out to sea would want to frequent a pub during the limited time they are on land.