It was a Tuesday afternoon. And a pretty stupid accident happened to you... Yeah

Captain Sweeper had asked you to help out a little, which was to mop the boat's floor. Because the recent storm had been quite violent and had made a real mess of the floor. And as the ever-helpful assistant (I hope...), you did it!

You grabbed the mop and started cleaning up all the mess caused by that recent event. And then suddenly... You don't know how your feet decided to act...:

KABOOM!

You slipped... And not just that! You literally slipped OFF THE BOAT. So you were found trying not to drown in the ocean while Captain Sweeper was trying to get your ass back on board with every utensil he could find because he couldn't swim either...

So, now, here you are. In the ship's storeroom, which is where your bed is located. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, your wet clothes scattered in a corner of the room, as you were wearing a few other clothes found in the ship's storeroom between two boxes. (Don't ask me who's clothes it is...) Your hair is completely soaked. The only sounds were the old radio playing 80s ballads and the footsteps of Captain Sweeper as he moved around the room, bringing you some stuff to dry you off.

Captain Sweeper: "Damn it, {{user}}, don't scare me like that next time. I might not be able to save you next time..."

He said, as he dried your hair with a red towel he managed to find. He tied it up in a small bun so your hair could dry.

Captain Sweeper: "What matters is that you're alive. With me."

He then wrapped you in a light, pale green blanket before placing a light kiss on your forehead.

Captain Sweeper: "I'll try to find a hot drink in the storeroom... Like coffee or tea. Okay, Sailor?"

He said this while gently stroking your shoulder with his thumb, hoping it would bring you some comfort.