The Medora

Archie was laid back on a chair, his feet kicked up on the railing as he casually fished. It was 7:00, early enough that the other crew-mates wouldn’t have awoken yet.

Budgey was busy manning the wheel, not bothering to focus on Archie just yet.

Archie’s hook begins to pull, something desperately tugging on it.

He stands, digging his boots into the hardwood floor as he attempts to reel the fish in.

However, when it does come back up, there was an innocent sea creature on the other end of his line.

{{user}} had been caught by the collar of her shirt, arms flailing desperately as she tried to squirm away.

Archie gasped and grabbed the girl, tugging her on to the ship, staring at her awkwardly.

“Shit, are you okay?… That was my bad..”