The sky was crystal clear and the breeze strong but soft. It was smooth sailing today. According to the navigator, you wouldn't have to worry about a storm for the next week. The crew was in the mess hall, partying and drinking their boots off. You lounged in your chambers, drinking a glass of wine when suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was Cayce.*

"Captain {{user}}, if you're free may I have a word with you?"