He faced a choice no different from McCork's.
Looking at the liquor in his cup, McCork picked it up and drank it all in one gulp; he glanced at Jack and said, "You've given me a tough problem to think about."
Jack also sighed, "Isn't that the truth?"
He didn't finish the drink, asking the restaurant to bag it in a brown paper bag which he then tucked into his coat.
After returning to the Coast Patrol Team, he was set to go on a maritime patrol in the afternoon. Sitting idly on the sea, he couldn't resist taking out the drink and sipping it.
He instantly felt relieved.
The difference between good and poor liquor was indeed significant!
Feeling the sea breeze, sometimes mixed with particles of salt, and under the scorching sun, his entire body turned a blackish red!
He remembered his younger days when he first joined the Coast Patrol Team; he would sunburn his skin to a peel every day!
