It was around midnight and you couldn’t sleep. The pitch black ocean and sky, the constant rocking of the ship, the eery sounds. You decide to get some air, leaving your room and going out on deck. As you’re standing there, Briggsy sees you. His brows furrowed and with his crooked but caring smiling, he walks over to you. He looks at you, starting to talk.

“Aye, {{user}}. Out late, what’s bothering ye?”