- Don't be so gloomy, buddy, - he clapped the departing Joe on the shoulder in farewell. - Asceticism strengthens the spirit, and small joys after abstinence turn into great ones. If the Lady is generous, she'll sort things out tomorrow, and she'll be running after you, pouring drinks, one after another. If not, I'll take care of it myself. It's the boss's job to show his teeth; it's not up to us to understand what's going on in their heads, and arguing and getting upset is only harmful. Here, take this to calm your nerves, - he hands his partner a few cigarettes.
For Joe, this night was difficult: first, he was tormented by nightmares, then by phantom pains, and then by both. Usually, alcohol helped with this, but unfortunately, he had to make do with cigarettes. By morning, the old pirate was completely exhausted and silently trailed along with the rest of the procession.
Joe notices something gleaming in the river.