[ If Edward tries to bribe anyone, it'll be the worst for him. Haytham doesn't need to be told Edward has a flask either, he knows. He wouldn't be surprised if his father had more than one, hidden about his person. But if he pulls one out to have a swig now, Haytham will glare at him till he puts it away. ]

I know. It's unfortunate. I'm sorry to say many things here are not as enjoyable as they were when I was young. I was pleasantly surprised by the opera. They still have that here.

[ Haytham pauses, setting down his cup to listen to his father's musing. He had experienced the strange fogged memories too, although he isn't sure they are shadows of things to come or not. ]

Perhaps this place holds all the memories we have made and are yet to make, and it is... somehow trying to block those future ones from us. Perhaps the answer to our imprisonment here lies in those memories?

[ Haytham makes a soft, derisive noise at the suggestion Edward can be sensible and takes another sip of the coffee. ]

Of course, father. Although it was my understanding you were captain because the crew would not accept a black man?