I didn't see that as often. Most of the places I sailed to were world government member nations. But they still had their own cultures, for the most part. Always fun to see how different people talked and dressed, or what the local alcohol was.

[He smiles at that last bit, as if it's a particularly pleasing reason to visit. Which isn't to say he didn't enjoy finding out what the various food and drinks were, but while most Marines probably got to disembark and find somewhere to relax and enjoy their stays while cargo was transferred and supply lines maintained, he never really got to have that sort of trip too often.

But it's what they all talked about. He can fake it. Now is not the time - never is the time - to talk instead about being dropped off from much smaller ships and left for months to map out drug and slave trade networks, money laundering operations and scams, or any of the other number of things he'd found some places to partake in.]