Engineer: So why did you move my book?
Deckhand: I was tidying up. I like to keep busy.
E: You moved it so far away, I thought it was lost.
D: Ah. Sorry. It's the way I do things.
E: Yeah, I've seen the way you do things. It's driving me nuts.
D: What?
E: I eat a hot dog from the leftovers, you throw them away.
D: I was cleaning out the reefer.
E: I eat some roast beef out of a new package and you throw it away.
D: It was bad.
E: But you save the slimy green turkey.
D: The mate likes turkey.
E: Fuck the fridge. What about my clothes? You move my laundry to the washer, put three dryer sheets in with it, and you didn't even have laundry to follow mine.
D: I thought I was being nice.
E: You're not nice. Ever. So what's with the good deeds.
The deckhand sat in the corner of the settee, folded up at the back and knees in a compact pile, staring at the television, but every now and then, he took a furtive glance at the engineer. This could get interesting.
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