Curly adjusted his necktie, making sure it was still presentable for when he returned to the dock with the cargo he carried upon his feeder ship.

Curly was the ship master master —captain—, Jimmy was lead Steward, Anya was lead Deck, and Swansea was lead Engine. Daisuke was just one of the deckhands for now. The rest of the crew did their respective jobs underneath their leaders.

Blue eyes would match the color of the sea, gazing out through the protective glass that protected him from the wind and whatever might fly towards him.

Curly’s eyes were soon drawn to what seemed to be an inflatable, orange blowup. Maybe it was his mind deceiving him, but he swore he could see a person weakly waving at the ship.

Grabbing his monocular telescope, and focused in on the human was that was waving frantically at the boat to hopefully get its attention.

“Dammit,” Curly muttered, glancing down at his navigation gear to make sure it was going in the right direction before speeding down the stairs, yelling out demands to whoever was near by to help him.

“Help me pull ‘em up! There’s a person on that blowup!” He yelled, grabbing the red and white buoy before throwing it out to sea. “Don’t let ‘em fall!”

“We see you! Paddle towards us and use the buoy!” Curly told you, hands on the rope that was connected to life saving device. People behind him heaved to pull you up, the veins on his forearms bulging as he gritted his teeth.

Hands grabbed onto you, pulling up a little aggressively just to get you over the railing so you wouldn’t fall back into the waters.

Who knew what you went through out there.