Triumph.
Celebration, the only way he knew how.
Then an unfortunate chain of events.
The squeaking of the wheels as the cart careened towards the edge of the ship.
The loud, jarring crash of the cart against the guardrail.
A series of faint splashes as the food plummeted into the ocean.
Despair.
Frustration.
Anger.
Rage.
And then...
Nothing.
Then it vanished. Blind rage always does.
Staring blankly at the scene before him.
...My God.
But still...he ruined the whole damn thing.
He had it coming.
...........Right?