Dysfunctional Drinking

After his confrontation with that still-mysterious girl in the woods outside Karakura Central William had wandered around the countryside of Japan hoping to find something familiar. The massive and sprawling metropolis of Karakura was incredibly alien to him as was random zombie-summoning girls trying to kill him in forests. Though he guessed even for people used to cities and forests that second one would still probably be a shock. It had been a few days since then and William had time to reflect on his introduction to the world outside Namibia. Initially he wanted to just say screw it and return to the Skeleton Coast but after some time alone he came to the conclusion if he ever wanted to find something for himself in this odd world he would have to deal with odd people.

Eventually William did find something familiar: an ocean. Though most of his time on the Skeleton Coast had been spent in the vast desert of Namibia on rare occasions he would end up in Walvis Bay for some reason or another and sit and watch the calming tides of the Atlantic Ocean. Considering how many disruptions and chaos his life usually consisted of viewing the ocean was a much needed departure from such events. Thus when he came to a somewhat secluded beach William walked along it, bottle of vodka he'd bought from a peddler a bit inland in hand, and cast his gaze out across the Pacific, or what he could see of it at least.

To an observer William may seem a drunk but to him it was just a way for him to get through quiet days when his thoughts were prone to wandering to the past like a beleaguered, bored time traveler. Upon finding a small section of the beach cut off from the rest by a wall of foliage and trees William took a seat on a fallen tree-turned worn out log and gulped down a swig of vodka. Noticing another man who seemingly shared his fondness for public alcoholism William raised his bottle in an acknowledging toast and nodded in his direction. "Lovely day."