God, it had been so long since he'd thought back to those days. Good form and order, military refinement and bleeding the pride to serve all from his pores - it was a way of life, set to its own sort of cadence, and then it had dissolved when he'd lost everything. "I'd be rightfully embarrassed if I got seasick," he laughed a little. The thought was terrifying - the ocean had been his first love, and what a beauty she was.
"It was quite a fantastical time," Killian had to admit, and he didn't think he could ever look back on it fondly - not when it was so tainted with darkness in his memory, whatever was left of that experience and whatever was left of Lieutenant Jones. But stranger things had happened. "Almost seems like someone else, do you know what I mean? Though I'm flattered at the compliment of my distinctly non-tit status."