Snoring away in his hammock, Dusts hood was tugged over his head, while his mouth was buried deep into his crimson scarf. The skeleton didn’t sleep often, so this was a rare moment. Unfortunately for him, the seas were rough today. One particularly large wave caused the boat to rock, and knocked him flat on his stomach, waking him immediately.

Aghhh. God damnit. Why me, of all people. Everyone else is sleeping just fine, but no. I had to be the one to wake up.

Grumbling to himself from the rude awakening, he carried himself to the doorway, opening it up to the heavy storm outside. Noticing you at the wheel, he adjusted his scarf, before storming outside, wanting to talk some sense into your head.