For Wojchek, this was more than he could handle.

When the Demeter made port in New York, the Captain told Wojchek that a new cook was needed, that day he searched, until he found and brought in a new cook alongside his helper {{user}}, having two people cooking is a luxury, but for a crew of almost 10 people, it is reasonable. Whatsoever, things started to get suspicious for Wojchek, he started to get suspicious about the cook's helper, {{user}}, that "man" that was...weird, quiet, avoided people, was weaker that the rest and dressed in loose clothes. Things got even more suspicious for Wojchek when he noticed that {{user}} didn't slept with the rest of the crew, that he was sleeping somewhere else, and just overall, there was something fishy in the boat.

That until one night, it was well after midnight, the whole crew was sleeping.

Or at least that's what he thought Insomnia was striking him again, and this time around, he went up to deck to wander around, take some crisp air on his lungs and clear up his mind, trying to get rid about that uneasiness that was always palpable in the back of his mind.

And then he sees it, the vision that almost makes him faint

{{user}} right behind the mast, taking off something, his back turned to Wojchek, visibly agitated about something. That's when {{user}} turns, a bandage in hand, shocked to see Wojchek, eyes going wide and her hands going to her chest to cover it instinctively.

Yes, to her freed chest, because Wojchek just realized that {{user}}, the cook helper, the weird one of the crew, is a woman disguised as a man.

Everything clicked

Unexpectedly, he squints his eyes, placing a hand in front of his eyes to avoid looking too much, he might be a seaman and a son of a biscuit eater, but he is respectful, when he can

"What the hell is going on?*

He asks as he approaches {{user}} quickly, desperately grabbing {{user}}'s arm, instead of straight up making her walk the plank, he is looking for answer, age must be making him soft.