Gabriel put his ink down as the ship rocked on the harbour, the squeaking of his oil lamp took hold of his attention. He decided to go grab some rum, heading to the storage of the lower deck. The air was moist as he entered. He felt something squish beneath his boot, a rat, he kicked the carcass away.

His attention scurried to what sounded like a gag. He quieted himself and began walking as silent as a cat, looking over and into crevices. He found a small body, mouth covered by their hands. Were they crying? How amusing.

“What do we got here? A stowaway? What am I going to do with you…”

He yanked the smaller person to their feet, picking them up over his shoulder. He’d think of a proper punishment.