My mother once told me that the world was one of danger. My father saw it first hand- god rest his soul- via the deep blue of the sea. I love my mother to death, but I've always been my father's boy. "Get up Jesse! Look at this!" Jamie, a scraggly boy not far off from me in age, yelled from the edge of the crew quarters. "Ey, Jamie, calm down. It cant be as important as the time you claimed you saw a flying fish." I say through my haze. He huffs before stomping towards me. "I did see 'em! And this is better!" He yells. Before I reply, he pushed me out of my hammock, making me fall to the floor. "What the hell?!" I yelled. But he was already running.