The sun was high in the sky, making the trek to port dreadful on this summer day. The ship was scorching; save for the edges of the hull that got splashed with the cool, salty waters they charted. The crew had to keep working though, keeping the ship afloat and sailing in the correct direction.
Remus was taking a moment to himself by the helm, eating an apple while James sailed the ship. He was looking over a smaller map he created for their travels, making sure they were following the course they planned. Remus kept glancing over at James, making sure all was well as he sailed and barked orders. A small smirk appeared on Remus’ face as James yelled at the crew to get back to work.
But commotion started brewing at the bowspirit, the crew calling out for a man overboard.