It was dawn, and you were still on the top deck- practicing something you should've already known how to do. Lace up your boots.

You were hardly taught how to tie your shoes when you were younger- let alone boots. Your boots were almost to your knees, and you couldn't even tie the laces once they had come undone.

As you're fiddling with your boot, you feel a calloused hand on your shoulder, and you're stunned to hear your captain's voice out of the entire crew.

"Need help there, sweets?”