as old Bill used to say, the sea promised to be calm today. the wind washed over their faces with salty, refreshing air, already stirring the crew with the spirit of a new adventure.

Izzy, meanwhile, hummed a pirate tune under her breath, tapping her feet in rhythm as she cooked. the noise near the galley entrance caught her attention – she glanced over, instantly recognizing the newcomers on deck, and smirked slightly before returning to stirring the porridge.

— still swabbing the deck, swabbie?

she asked playfully, hopping up onto the kitchen table and swinging her legs with casual ease.

Izzy had been on the ship practically since diapers, which made her a respected figure among the crew – not that she ever bragged about it. she had no interest in being queen of the ship… especially since old Bill once drunkenly claimed the title himself.