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San had no way of telling what time it was when he woke up that morning. The room looked as dark as it did when they went to bed. His only indication was the slamming of doors and footsteps in the distance. He slid out of his hammock and tried to feel around for his shirt that he had stripped out of the night prior. He leaned over and patted the floor but was interrupted as he heard steps outside their door. Letting out a surprised gasp as Wooyoung barged in.

“Morning!” Wooyoung let out a cry as he barged through the door. San squinted as his eyes adjusted to the lamplight in the hallway filtering in. Wooyoung entered the room with Yeosang trailing behind him. “Get uppppp!” His loud screams echoed off of their walls.

Yunho let out a groan and turned in his hammock away from the source of noise. He was never an early riser, San was always in charge of waking him up. San was going to go over and shake him awake but stared in shock and Wooyoung leaped over and harshly pulled at the hammock. The hammock tilted and Yunho’s long flailing body fell out. Wooyoung laughed as the taller man came to his senses after being rudely awakened.

“Up up up! You got stuff to do! Go to the deck and wash up and then I have to take you to your station!”

Wooyoung grabbed both of them by their wrists and harshly yanked them up to their feet. San barely managed to grab at his shirt and shoes before he was pulled out of their room. Yunho, unfortunately, didn’t get a chance to. They were both pushed onto the deck and shoved towards a trough filled with water.

“Hurry and wash up!” Wooyoung commanded.

San and Yunho blearily washed the sleep from their eyes. Yeosang passed Yunho his shirt and boots.

He must’ve picked them up after they left, San noted.

After washing their faces, San saw Wooyoung hurriedly pry Yunho away and back downwards towards the cabins. He didn’t even get a chance to say bye.

“He’ll be fine. You don’t have to be afraid.”

San turned to face Yeosang and let out a nervous smile.

“He’ll be with Seonghwa and I promise he won’t rip off his head on the first day.”

“So no promises on ripping it off any other day?”

Yeosang shrugged and motioned for San to follow him.

“No response?” San asked again cautiously. Another shrug in return.

“You’ll be training with the medic this morning. He’ll teach you how to dress basic wounds and show you around the medbay. That way we have more people that’ll know how to do emergency aid.” Yeosang said as he led San through several hallways. “That way if your brother does get his head ripped off, you’ll be able to do some emergency aid for him.”

“Haha very funny…”

Silence.

“Though I doubt first aid will do much if his head is actually severed.” Yeosang added.

“You’re very uhm….blunt aren’t you?”

“I get that a lot. Here, we're at the medbay.” Yeosang pointed to a room, it didn’t have a door though. It was an entryway hidden behind some curtains. “Doc will train you. Wooyoung will probably pick you up later today, he always has odd jobs he always needs help with.”

San nodded as Yeosang pushed the curtains aside and entered. “Doc, I’ve brought the new guy.“

The doc turned around and smiled sheepishly at them. He was an average older looking man with tired eyes framed by large spectacles. He wore a red head scarf that covered his entire scalp. He wore a simple white shirt and a pair of brown trousers paired with a knee length apron. Along his arms lined scars of varying sizes and shapes, long scars from cuts, large irregular scars from burns. He wore a pair of worn brown gloves.

“Hey, people just call me Doc or doctor around here.” He greeted and passed San an apron. San took the apron and put it on. As he was putting it on he caught Yeosang leaving out the corner of his eyes without a word again.

“He does that often. Don’t pay it too much attention. He’s probably tired after his nightwatch shift, he’ll be up later.”

San nodded and followed Doc further into the room. The room was well lit with several candle lamps. Around the perimeter of the room lined shelves with numerous labeled drawers, on the one wall that wasn’t lined with a shelf was a small neat cot. San assumed that was Doc’s room judging from the neatly organized side table next to it. In the center of the room was a sturdy wooden table, the size of an average man, that the Doc often worked on.

“Look around and familiarize yourself with the drawers. They mostly contain dried herbs and rare materials that we mix up for salves or use as herbal tea sometimes for specific illnesses. But I’m the one who usually does all the mixing. The most important one for you is this shelf over here with all the emergency aid materials.”

The Doc showed San the shelf on the left that was the closest to the doorway that they entered from. He instructed San to go over each of the materials and memorize them all and told him to go over them a second time with his eyes closed.

“Just in case the lights are out, you’ll need to grab these even without being able to see. Memorize the positions of the lights as well, so you can light them if needed.”

The drawers were separated neatly. San thought it was almost too neat and betrayed his expectations of pirates being slovenly savages. He ran his hands over each of the handles, pulling them out individually to inspect the contents in each compartment: Bandages, string, sterilized needles, alcohol, pre-made salves, cutting tools of various sizes, and lots of neatly sorted pieces of fabric.

“Not what you expected huh?”

San looked up at the Doc.

“Too organized to be the work of pirates right? You’re correct, I’m not. I was actually captured and brought along to this ship.”

San bit his lip. So it seems that ATEEZ often took people against their will onto the ship.

“But don’t get me wrong. They did capture me but it was only to save one of their comrades who was dying.” Doc’s glasses glinted as he looked down.

San noticed an unreadable expression on his face. “What happened?”

“Not quite sure. The poor lad had been injured for days, they fixed him up what he could. But it was the infection that took him too young. After his passing, they offered to release me.”

“Then why are you still here?”

Doc shrugged his shoulders.

“During my time here they treated me better than any other location I’ve been at. Doctors ride a fine line between being a healer and a witch. Too many times to count, I’ve been chased away by people claiming that I was the one who brought misfortune to them when it was already too late to save someone. Here they treated me as someone who was needed and never once tried blaming it on me or harming me.”

Doc pulled out a bandage from one of the drawers and held it towards San.

“And I guess I got tired seeing people too young die too soon.” He let out a soft laugh. “The people here on this ship. They’re good men. Not like all those other pirates out there. These people take care of their family and have actual things they want to accomplish rather than pillage villages like savages.”

He paused to push the bandages into San’s hands.

“Hongjoong, he’s a good kid and so are the others. I want to see them grow into fine adult men. This old man has had enough of outliving children.”

San took the bandages and nodded.

“Enough of me rambling though. Let’s teach you how to bandage properly. And afterwards, I’ll teach you step by step how to address a wound.”

For the rest of the morning, San trained under the tutelage of Doc. He was taught to always look at the location of a wound and instructed to search if it was near any major artery or vein. It was an effective way of searching for the best method of how to help someone and also the best way of gauging if someone was going to make it based on how long ago they had been stabbed and where on the body.

For example it was better to be stabbed in the abdomen than in the chest because if you broke a rib or your lung was punctured, you were good as dead. If you got sliced beneath the armpit at a major vein, it was also very easy to bleed out within minutes. In comparison, by being stabbed or sliced on an extremity of the body had higher chances of surviving so long as it wasn’t near a major artery or vein.

Doc instructed him to always help those who seem less injured first. If the situation happened during a fight, the priority was to preserve the ship’s crew body count so that they could win in numbers. It’s better to save 3 men with minor injuries than a man with major injuries.

Doc gave him a diagram explaining if the wound was located on an extremity, where it would be best to tourniquet in order to prevent any major loss of blood. Any injuries on the core of the body would need direct pressure in order to prevent major blood loss. After figuring out how to deal with treating specific injuries, Doc taught San how to address a wound by making sure to always disinfect the site as well as the tools used. San came to the realization that using tools on multiple people could spread any infection faster. The horror stories from Doc of how terrible infection was, made San shiver and swear he would always make sure that tools were clean and sterilized before usage.

San didn’t notice the hours flying by as he absorbed himself into the diagrams and manuals provided by Doc. Doc had left hours ago to go tend around the ship. As the medic wasn’t always needed, he also worked around the ship as a carpenter and repaired things as needed.

His nose was stuck so deep; he didn’t notice until Wooyoung had made his way in front of him standing a mere few centimeters from his face. He felt the strands of Wooyoung’s hair brush against his cheek. His eyes quickly shot up and he yelped at the close proximity.

“How are the books?” Wooyoung grinned leaning further in and pushed San until his back hit the work table behind him.

“Uh..going well?” San stuttered.

Wooyoung had forgone his usual forehead scarf and ponytail. Letting his medium hair fall down reaching his chin, some of his hair delicately tucked behind his ear with a quill. He still sported the same outfit and San couldn’t help but flinch at how feminine his attire was. His shirt was ed as shameless as ever, only barely decent with the help of his corset. If his eyes wandered too much, San swore he could probably see his s. He felt a shiver go down his spine and he walked around to the other side of the table to put distance between them. Wooyoung noticed but he made no move to further follow San.

“Ech, reading books always makes me fall asleep. I’d much rather be doing something with my body than stick my nose in a book.” Wooyoung groaned, putting his arms behind his head, San spotted a small leather bound notepad in his hands. “Don’t know how some of you people do it.”

“You can read?” San asked, hiding his shock with a neutral expression.

“Mm yeah a bit. I learned a bit here and there when I was young. Picked it up easily, but was never really into it. You should’ve seen the people who taught me, they thought I was a genius and was wasting my talents.”

“That’s quite unexpected.” San stated bluntly.

Wooyoung let out a loud cackle and held his sides. “That a pirate like me can read? Yeah, it is pretty uncommon I guess but our bunch is a little more higher quality than the rest. What can I say?”

San merely offered a shrug in response prompting another giggle out of Wooyoung.

“And you? Can you read, San?”

“A small bit. I was taught by my father but I was never formally instructed. I don’t know if I can compare to sir genius.” San mocked.

Wooyoung let out another howl. “I’m sure you’re just as good as I am. I saw your nose buried so deeply in those books. You’re cute when you focus so hard on something.”

San stumbled for words which made Wooyoung continue laughing even more.

“Before I forget, I came here to call you for mealtime. We have to go assemble up on deck to eat. Here, let’s go.” Wooyoung reached out to grab San’s hand but stopped as he noticed San retreating his hand away. “Follow me.”

San trudged behind Wooyoung, always making sure to maintain a meter’s distance between them. From behind, Wooyoung’s skirt covered his knee length trousers. The loose shirt, corset cinching his waist and his medium length hair let down; he looked even more like a female. San felt sweat drench his forehead and collar and suppressed the growing feeling nausea that he felt at the back of his throat. He desperately wished they reached the deck soon.

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On the crew, San scanned the crowd for a familiar mop of brown hair. His eyes lit up when he saw the brunette wave back at him. San left Wooyoung’s side to jog over to Yunho who held two plates of food; he held one up to San as he sat down.

“Am I glad to see you.” San whispered to Yunho.

“We’ve been apart for only half a day and you already miss me?”

“When we’re on a ship where we don’t know anyone, I’d rather be stuck seeing your mug all day every day. “

“I can’t tell if that's supposed to be endearing or an insult.” Yunho pouted.

“But all I want is you!” San mocked.

Yunho chuckled. “Where were you assigned? What did you do?”

“Nothing much to do in medbay. Just met the doctor and he taught me some basic information about analyzing wounds and such. And also how to apply emergency first aid.”

“Ooh yea, I saw him yesterday. He helped bandage up my arm as good as new!” Yunho grinned, lifting his arm. It was expertly bandaged and tied so that it wouldn’t slip with movement.

San nodded. “Basically just looked at diagrams until now.”

“That’s it?” Yunho let out a fake shocked expression.

“Wooyoung dragged you off this morning. What were you up to?”

“He left me with Seonghwa and we had to make a logbook of our stock to keep a check for how much provisions they had left. I guess they had to revise quite a few logs because they weren’t expecting multiple recruits.” He nervously laughed.

San elbowed him in the side and gave him a sharp look. “I wasn’t going to go with them. And we’re only on this ship ‘cause we were forced to.”

Yunho just laughed in response. “They had apparently only packed enough food to get to their next destination apparently, but with me in the equation. Seonghwa said they were a bit short. But nothing a few reduced meal sizes could fix. But I had to count all the food stock. ALL OF THEM. It took forever.”

San let out a sympathetic groan.

“And we have to count resources every other day. They said, in order to catch if anyone ever stole food. Apparently it's a pretty severe breach among pirate code to loot from each other, food included. I still have to go and count stock of everything else later….candles, wax, flint, gunpowder, ammunition...Save me Sannnn.”

“Can’t believe you were stuck with Seonghwa…”

“Yeah after getting my head thrown around him yesterday, I was on edge. But he didn’t do anything to me today. It was surprisingly peaceful.”

“You guys make Seonghwa sound like a monster who's after your head!” They heard the cheerful voice of Wooyoung as he plodded over and sat next to Yunho. San was innately grateful that he didn’t sit close to his side.

“Is he not?” San said with a straight face and Wooyoung cackled. “Yeosang said the same thing this morning too.”

“Oh did he?”

“Yea he said something about Seonghwa wouldn’t rip his head off on the first day.”

“W-wait! San, then what about tomorrow?”

San let out a shrug, imitating Yeosang from earlier. “Hey, I got a crash course in emergency aid in case he does decide to bite your head off.”

“San! You can’t just emergency aid my head back on!” Yunho cried. San and Wooyoung just giggled in response.

“I promise Seonghwa warms up after a while. He’s a total fuddy-duddy when you first meet him, but he takes care of all of us.” Wooyoung chimed.

San’s obvious expression of distrust made him double over in laughter.

“For example, the food you’re eating was made by Seonghwa himself.” Wooyoung managed to say between wheezes.

Yunho and San mockingly looked down at their now empty bowls, eyeing it suspiciously. “Poison…?” They both murmured under their breath, and Wooyoung lost it.

They didn’t have time to continue their joking though because Seonghwa suddenly appeared from behind.

“I see you’re having fun. Which means you’re slacking off.” Seonghwa’s cold glare sent shivers down their backs, even Wooyoung paled slightly as his laughter quietly died off.

“Back to work. Otherwise.” Seonghwa had a dark glint in his eye. “No supper.”

Wooyoung let out a fake gasp and pouted. “Noooo, not supper!”

“If you know then follow orders. Clean up.” Seonghwa took Yunho by the collar and dragged him off back down towards cabins. Yunho just smiled and waved at them before Seonghwa proceeded to toss him down the stairs. Sending one last stern look before descending himself.

Wooyoung waved a lazy hand and got to his feet. He offered a hand to San but didn’t bat an eye when the other refused it, getting up by himself.

“It’s okay. I’ll stand.”

They cleaned up their dishes and threw them into a water trough on the other side of the deck that contained dishes. One of the other crewmates with menial tasks would get to it eventually, Wooyoung reasoned.

“Earlier you mentioned you could read. Can you write?” Wooyoung turned to San.

“Uhm, not well but I can write a small amount…”

“Great!” Wooyoung tossed his handbook and a thin piece of charcoal towards San. “I’ve been wanting to force this duty on someone but no one knew how to read or write so I’ve just been trying to do it by myself.”

San opened the book and stared at the contents of it….to put it nicely it was chicken scratch.

“You know what I said earlier about reading…” San cocked an eyebrow at Wooyoung. “I think I might have to take that back.”

“Nooo, don’t say that.” Wooyoung laughed and slapped San on the back. San winced and took a step away, not out of pain but out of discomfort.

“As chief engineer, I have a responsibility to take care of my baby.”

“You have a child now? What other surprises am I going to hear today?”

Wooyoung cackled and gestured around the ship. “No no, my baby is my ship. I mean our ship. But obviously as chief engineer, I give her the most love! Her name’s ATINY. She’s stuck with us through thick and thin, supporting us on our journey. But as you can see, note taking isn’t my strong suit. And as confident as I am about remembering each and every detail about my baby, I can’t always be here to fix and inspect her because I’m away.”

San closed the handbook in his hands.

“Basically I need you to create a legible logbook of all the repairs. Every logged repair has to be documented and be regularly checked on periodically to make sure it’s up to standard. Dates I have memorized but it’ll really help having them down on paper. This way I can get you to assume my duties in doing periodic checkups and keep my schedule organized.”

“Wait isn’t that a lot of responsibility for someone new?”

“Not at all. Rather none of these people-,” He gestured to a crew member who passed them on deck. “‘Cept for Doc, Hongjoong and I can’t read. You won’t be doing the checkups but by knowing how to read you can keep track of everything. And you can assign them to the members whose specialty lies in that area. With that off my hands, I can solely focus on actually being chief engineer and dedicate my time to fixing priority repairs.”

“That sounds like a lot..”

“Pleaseeeee. Help me out just this once.”

Wooyoung pouted at him and leaned in. San instinctively backed away. San understood that Wooyoung was a male, his shark jawline and prominent adam’s apple bobbed with every word. But with the way he was dressed, San didn’t think it was a good idea. Wooyoung getting increasingly frustrated that San wasn’t responding.

“Fineee,” he sighed. “I’ll ask Hongjoong to assign you under Seonghwa.”

“Wait!” San muttered. Weighing his options. He would much rather Wooyoung than Seonghwa he decided internally. He sent a silent prayer to Yunho who would most likely continue suffering being paired with Seonghwa. “I’ll do it..”

Wooyoung let out a squeak and clapped his hands together. He rushed towards San to hug him, but grabbed at air as San quietly slipped out of his hand.

“No touching though.” San reprimanded as he backed away from Wooyoung.

“Sure, sure, whatever.”

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San spent the rest of the later afternoon being dragged around the ship. Wooyoung showed him around the entire ship from top to bottom, making sure San had highlighted all the issues and repairs on the ship. Marking them according to priority as well as by severity of damage. To

San’s eyes he was wondering honestly how this ship had managed to stay afloat with the damage he saw, but Wooyoung confirmed that it was indeed safe to sail.

San didn’t need to but he also drew up a blueprint of ATINY so it would be easier for him to memorize where everything was. Wooyoung saw this and gave San lots of uncalled for praises and attention, much to San’s distaste. By the end of the day he had become a master of dodging Wooyoung’s random grabs at his hands or random hugs.

Along the way San also met some of the crew who were under Wooyoung’s jurisdiction. According to the hierarchy of the ship, Hongjoong as the captain was in charge of maintaining order. He was the one who usually oversaw the leaders making sure they were not abusing their position as well as the one who made decisions on where the ship would sail.

Seonghwa as the quartermaster was directly under the captain. His position was the second most influential on the ship, and he received just as much shares as Hongjoong. Unlike the captain though, they oversaw a lot more of the ship’s operations. They were usually in charge of keeping stock of their resources and management of the crew to make sure that no one was slacking off.

Yeosang as the navigator had a special position and San barely saw much of him during his tour. Wooyoung claimed he had been resting as he was also in charge of night shift watch, but San wasn’t able to figure out if he did anything else.

Wooyoung as the chief engineer was technically below that of the quartermaster, but from his mannerisms around the other and how both were treated by the crew. It seemed that Wooyoung held as much influence as Seonghwa. Rather, more people liked Wooyoung as he was the more sociable one who was more lenient on them if they slacked off. However he commanded the majority of the common crew, assigning and overseeing each person to maintain the ship's condition and stepped in whenever fixing was necessary. He also commanded most of the crew to their positions if they ever needed to change the direction of their sails. He oversaw the completion of responsibilities of almost everyone except for the captain, quartermaster, navigator, and doctor.

“And this is the last crew member.” Wooyoung introduced the last of the common crew. The pirate was soft spoken and his eyes looked tired but filled with respect as he addressed Wooyoung. “He is usually on deck and cleans up all of our messes. He does all the deck scrubbing and dishes and checking on the condition of the sails and ropes to get to the top mast.”

“John,” The pirate smiled. He had short cropped black hair and wore thick framed glasses. “Nice to meet you. Everyone’s been talking about the new additions.”

“Hey hey hey, you’re allowed to gossip but don’t be mean to the new guy!” Wooyoung crossed his arms.

San kept a constant business smile plastered to his face. He felt awkward meeting so many new people. Some didn’t spare him much of a glance since he was with Wooyoung, but more than once he noticed a lingering frown as they left the room. He knew the top brass of their crew knew his identity but he wasn’t sure if they had told the rest of the crew. The day he arrived he was immediately covered in sheets before he even hit the deck so he didn’t know how many people had seen him in his other form. Rather he was still having difficulty believing that Seonghwa who was a merman was their second in command.

John waved his arms defensively. “No no I didn’t join their talks, I would never. It’s just nice that someone joined the crew after I did. Makes me feel a little better that I’m a senior.”

San internally groaned as he listened to John. Mentally he apologized because his status on this ship was probably already higher than his as he was already relegated to tasks dedicated to more seasoned pirates. Partially due to his literary skills, and also Hongjoong wanted him to stay and therefore he would probably get more preferential treatment.

“What are you talking about? San here has alre-!” Wooyoung jumped in shock as San stepped on his foot harshly. “What was that for!?” He cried.

San pretended to look away and held his hand out to John. “Thanks for welcoming me.”

John looked at his hand quizzically and put his hand on top of San’s, reciprocating a warm smile. “I have to go back to scrubbing now otherwise Seonghwa will have my head.”

San rolled his eyes. It seems to be the running joke that Seonghwa will rip off anyone’s head if they so happen to get on his bad side.

“Meanie.” Wooyoung grumbled as he stood next to San.

San merely shrugged and observed the deck. The sun had begun setting over the horizon, the deck had been scrubbed to brush off the dirt and grime that washed aboard from the sea. Everything had been set in their designated area. San was honestly impressed how functional this ship was, he wondered if all pirates were like this.

“Is John always on deck duty?” San inquired and Wooyoung looked up from his foot.

“Yeah, pretty much. He’s our newest addition before you guys. He doesn’t have much experience on the seas as he’s from a peasant family I believe. He’s a good kid but doesn’t have much to offer. So Seonghwa always makes him do the easiest duties, also known as the menial tasks. He never complains though.”

“Out of curiosity, is Seonghwa a control freak? Humor me.”

“He’s definitely a clean freak. When he first came here, he nagged non-stop about how filthy our ship was. I was doing my best to keep things functional and working but he always complained about how I managed the ship. Honestly he nags more than a mother.” Wooyoung huffed.

“Honestly, I’m not even surprised he’s like that.” San chuckled into his hand.

“By the way, I heard some interesting news from Seonghwa.”

San tilted his head curiously.

“So I hear you can’t swim….even though you’re a…” He covered his mouth in laughter, barely making out the rest of the sentence. “Merman!” He cackled.

San could swear his face flushed as hard as the sunset.

“I can! I totally can! Don’t listen to him.” He argued and Wooyoung laughed.

“The way you’re reacting makes it sound like it’s true!”

“Oh why...I swear I’m going to kill Seonghwa…” San muttered under his breath.

“Doubt you could actually do it even if you tried.”

Both San and Wooyoung turned to see Yeosang appear behind them with Yunho in tow.

“Yeosang! When did you get here?” Wooyoung wrapped the light haired man in an embrace that he reciprocated. San and Yunho just stared at them and then at each other and shrugged.

“It’s sundown. Day duties are over. Seonghwa put you and Yunho in charge of distributing for supper.”

Yeosang held up a hefty basket that smelled of bread and cheeses. Yunho behind him had two barrels under his arms.

Wooyoung looked behind Yeosang and laughed. “Just two? Seonghwa is being so stingy!” He whined and he took the basket out of Yeosang’s hands. “Alright! SUPPER ROLL CALL!” He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Yeosang looked unfazed but Yunho and San flinched slightly at the sheer volume of the small man. Within seconds men started filtering onto the deck, all sighing in relief for some food. They swarmed the chest to grab a tin to fill and Yunho counted ten men aside from them as they all lined up to grab their cheese, bread and beer. San noticed Yeosang slipping away again to the opposite side of the cabin where the briefing room and captain’s quarters were, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were also out of sight. But he paid it no attention as he bit into his loaf of bread, the soft pillowy texture was so satisfying and downed easily with beer.

“Wooyoung! Only two barrels tonight? How is that enough to get any of us drunk!” Came a complaint from the crowd.

“Shut up!” He laughed back. “At least you’re getting some booze so drink up!”

They continued eating into the night. San and Yunho watched silently as they all cheered and joked around. It seemed like two barrels had been enough after all from the way they were acting. The sun descended behind the horizon and now the sky was a dark shade of blue. Wooyoung called each of them to clean up but allowed them to continue partying amongst themselves.

San was sipping at his tin looking at the now visible moonlight when he noticed a light hair come into his vision. “!” He mumbled as he backed up and watched Yeosang standing above him with an amused expression.

“Starting night shift watch.” He called. “Yunho you’re up in crow’s nest. John you’re on deck as usual.”

A small sound of confirmation was heard among the group.

“Oooo good luck.” Wooyoung smiled at Yunho. “Make sure you hold on tight. Don’t fall, otherwise you might die.”

“Hold up what???” San asked incredulously.

“He’ll be fine.” Yeosang rolled his eyes. “C’mon let's go up.” Yeosang ordered as he began scaling the net made of thick ropes that surrounded the main mast. His experience was visible as he scaled within seconds and settled into the Crow’s nest. “Hurry up!”

San watched Yunho cautiously take the rope into his hand and gulped. He had some booze in his system, and San hoped he still had enough sense to hold on. Yunho gripped the rope tightly and slowly began climbing at a much slower pace making sure not to lose his footing. San held his breath as he watched him ascend and finally breathed as he confirmed Yunho had made it to the Crow’s nest.

“Just look into the horizon and make sure you look for any lights. If you do see any then immediately pull this rope and it’ll sound a bell. Use the voicepipe if you have anything to report.” Yeosang instructed and placed the rope into Yunho’s hand. “And don’t fall asleep.” He ordered as he quickly descended. Instead of using the net to climb up this time, he held onto a rope and slid down elegantly landing back onto the deck.

“You can leave it to me!” They heard Yunho call from above and San smiled watching him wave adorably from above.

“You two with me. We have things to discuss in the briefing room.”

San gulped nervously as he followed the two, throwing a nervous glance in Yunho’s direction which he couldn’t see.