It's a stormy day, the sun covered and the seas tossing restlessly. He sits at the steer, waiting, knowing he'll have to act again soon. So close to land...

You're walking along with your professor and a few other scholars, heading to the port. He wants you all to see how ships are welcomed in and unloaded, and you, being the odd one out, are interested, meanwhile the others are bored. A blonde student groans, his feet dragging "Do we have to do this today?" Your professor, Mister William, sighs, fixing his red hair and smoothing his dusty vest. "Yes, Jacob. You are 25, not 12, so stop whining like a petulant child."