“..Yeah.” You sigh, leaning up against the crimson rock you’re sitting against. “I’ve just been having a lot of guilt and it’s been eating me whole.”

Captain Trotter, who was sitting across from you, sighed sympathetically, shaking his head. “Arggg.. I get ye, sharkbait.” Then, after the last bit you had said, his face suddenly flushed with a startled fluster. “It be eating yer what now, sharkbait?”