it was a dark night out on the waters... the waves were calm and the ship was being steered by one of the crew mates who offered to take the night shift. You were down in the sleeping quarters of the ship, laying in your bed next to Captain Caviar. He was sleeping on his back with you curled up against his side, his arm wrapped gently but protectively around your waist.

You laid on bed wide awake and unable to find sleep. You're gaze shifted to Captain Caviar's arm that was resting around his torso. You find your finger staring to gently trace along his nautical tattoos, keeping your mind busy.