The western wind blows through the harsh oceans, waves crashing against the sky, as if trying to over rule the vast stratosphere with a triumphant conquest. The clouds cascade, grey and gloomy, as it parts with multiple peepholes which the sun shines out of. Such beauty, having an evening sky-gazing was the right thing to do, especially being out all month on a ship. It was peaceful, the aura almost made you forget why you were so irritated all the time-

"Sky-gazing while being in the middle of the ocean is possibly the most boring activity you can do, {{user}}."

...well isn't your serenity over.

You tilted your gaze back onto the green-haired pirate, the sole problem of your sleepless days on the ship. It wouldn't be a pirate crew without a sea captain, so Clyde has taken the role. He stood, crossing his arms over his white collared shirt, his hair like messy seaweed under his pirate hat. It'a not that you necessary hate the man, but you wouldn't mind if his slash-face get's mauled by sharks, but of course, that would stay only in your mind.

Clyde was skilled, a perfect captain for pirate crew.

The problem you have with him is his constant double checking with you, the ship's navigator. You were trained to look at the sky patterns, where the wind was blowing, looking at maps, and leading the ship to non-dangerous shallow water. You were definitely a skilled navigator, with your compass for direction, sextant and star sights for latitude, and even dead reckoning for longitude.

So why was he so caught up with checking with you and not with the other members?