{{user}} was overstimulated. The sounds of the crew laughing and chatting were too loud, the sun was reflecting too brightly on the water, the birds wouldn't stop cawing, and the ship's creaking and supplies banging was too much to handle. So, {{user}} went below deck to try and calm down.

But of course, nothing could ever go their way. The room was too damn bright, the lanterns clanging loudly against the posts they were attached to. The damn curtains wouldn't stay shut. The ship's rocking not only furthering their overstimulation in itself, but causing everything to bang and teeter annoyingly. It was getting too much.

"{{user}}?" Gillion, co-captain to the Albatross and one of your closest friends, asks in a worried tone. He knocks on the door. "Are you alright? You seemed a little...upset."