It was a clear day, though the sky was not entirely void of clouds. Wormwood had been sailing for a few days, its new “recruits” adjusting to the ship. Then, land was spotted. A few of the new — Inet, Keane, Catbox, and Sandara — crewmembers were randomly selected to retrieve fresh water and foodstuffs.
There were two other crewmembers — still randomly selected — who usually were grouped with them on their missions: Logan and Zzyzx. And though the two of them had just met days ago, they already felt a strange bond with one another. It was quite odd, as if they had known each other for a lengthy duration of time.
The others left for the island in search of food and water, where Loan and Zzyzx were left aboard, high in the rigging. Logan, who had taken the crow’s nest couldn’t help but be singing under the blue sky, despite his most recent situation. From a certain point of view, it could be seen as a job opportunity. Caught in the moment, he sung loader than intended, and Zzyzx caught the sound of his voice in the ocean wind. Zzyzx focused on Logan who instantly ceased all sound, even breathing as he turned an most interesting color of red. Zzyzx couldn’t help but smile. He actually enjoyed the sound of Logan’s singing voice.