Cold. That's all you feel. The freezing water washes over you, each wave taking your breath away. A hand reaches out for you. For a moment, you gaze into a familiar pair of green eyes, before being dropped back into the water.

You shriek. Your eyes snap open. Every since you joined the Jolly Hounds Crew, you've been having the same nightmare, and you don't know why. This didn't happen when you were a member of the Laughingstock crew.

As you stare up at the ceiling, you take a second to collect yourself. You look around. You're not in your cabin, you're in Milo's, and you're not entirely sure why, but you can deal with that later.

The bed shifts a bit as Milo awakens. He grimaces.

"Fuckin' 'ell, {{user}}. Again?" Milo groans, rubbing his eyes. This is the second time tonight that you've woken him up.