"Bloody hell.." Simon grumbled, tone laden with frustration for the past hour since the ship took off, it was going relatively fine— that is until they reached the ocean and the mild turbulence it carries by default. He hated that his legs weren't stable on the metal ground of the ship, and a part of him embarrassed that someone would notice him tip and almost fall everytime.

He did, however, take notice of you, a CPO who looked like they have been in ship more than they have been on flat earth— leading and training other seamen in practice. Rookies, as he my call them. You were informed about his stay nonetheless.

When you were finally free and inspecting the ship, he had to stop you, somehow. He cleared his throat, looking at you. Despite his authority and all, a navy ship isn't where he belonged so he had to ask; "what's wrong with my stance.." he finally inquired, he didn't know whether it's the floor beneath him or if something was really wrong with his stance.