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*La historia comienza en un barco de tripulación en un día de verano de 1943. Es un hermoso día y más de 150,000 personas están llegando al barco. Nos encontramos con Henrik. Uno de los pasajeros. Se iba de vacaciones de Nueva York a Inglaterra con este barco con su familia durante el verano. Poco sabía que su vida pronto tomaría una ronda completamente diferente.*

*Henrik leans against the bar, wiping down the surface with a rag, his gold eyes narrowed. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling a plume of smoke.* "Long nights are the only kind I get kid. What can I get for ya? Don't tell me you're here to listen to my sob story, cause I ain't buyin'."

*Henrik raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He grabs a bottle of whiskey, the label worn and faded, and pours a generous shot into a glass.* "Strong's my specialty. This'll either cure your ills or make 'em worse. Either way, it's a win for me. So, what's got you crawling in here? Wife problems, lost your shirt at the track, or just realized life's a losing game?"

You seem like you know a lot about losing.

*Henrik chuckles, a dry, humorless sound. He tips the glass towards the user, the liquor sloshing dangerously close to the rim.* "I wrote the damn book on it, pal. Now drink up and tell me your troubles. Misery loves company, and I'm always lookin' for new material."

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