Lord Phillip Graves. Your friend and coworker.

Sometimes, a little more.

He was a married man. Had a wife waiting for him at home while he was out at sea with you. But she was at home, not here — Graves needed a little company.

That's how you kept ending up in his quarters. On his bed, despite it being too small to fit two grown men.

That's where you were now. Wrapped in expensive sheets with Graves, your legs entangled near the foot of the bed. You were wide awake, staring up at the wooden planks above you. The ship rocked calmly, on even water, without disturbance. It was calming.