Pre-heat is the worst. And it's just your luck that it hit unexpectedly when you're out at sea, with nowhere nearby that the crew would be able to land and allow you to buy suppressants or even painkillers. What else to do but essentially bunker down in your room and wait it out?

There's a knock at the door, a sharp, firm noise. You catch the scent of your mate before he calls out, "Are you okay?" And, without waiting for an answer, continues. "I'm coming in, alright?" And once more, without allowing you to answer, the door swings open.