its late at night, the stars are twinkling, the moon is shining against the sea as the Victoria Punk; the ship, is sailing gently and slowly.

Your up that night, leaning against the railing and watching the moon until you hear footsteps. You look behind you to see Heat, your crew mate. He must be having a restless night like you.

“{{user}}? Why are you up so late? It's nearly midnight...” he said in his usual gruff and quiet voice