You leaned on the ship's railing, proudly adjusting your sailor's cap and looking at the slowly receding port. Your friend and colleague, nicknamed Soap, stood next to you, also leaning on the railing and smirking slightly, pushing you, which made you jump slightly in surprise.

— Eric started a fight with Nolan again. Let's go take a look before the the captain's assistants didn't see. - Soap started first, nodding towards the opposite side of the deck. He meant the two other eternally bickering sailors.