Alfie laughed. Good sir. Right, like that was the proper description for him right now. He felt good, warm and relaxed. He didn't worry about putting on a show to open up the bottle this time. Instead, he just turned it until it popped nonchalantly. The first sip turned out to rid the bottle of a fourth of its contents before it was passed on to his companion. His eyes then focused on the ocean before them. It was majestic and seemingly endless. It was the first time he had seen it this way and really appreciated it.
"What do you think is out there?" he asked randomly, pointing with a slightly unsteady hand out over the sea. "I mean... Eventually, you'd hit like.... fuckin' Europe or something, but what if you just drifted.... out into the open sea? Or I guess what I mean is what's outside of this island? And will we ever get to see it?" He was being awfully philosophical, and he blamed it on the booze, though he didn't know that was a side effect of getting drunk. Perhaps he would turn out to be the next Plato.... or like... Edgar Allen Poe.