𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐘 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇: @brassandblue from: " nodding off... "
"Look alive, Mr. Monet!" Thomas barked sharply at the young sailor who appeared to be nodding off; though his eyes glitered mirthfully and he was barely holding back a grin.
Thing was, Fish (as Thomas heard the young lad be called) wasn't actually on duty, and the old Icemaster knew it. But rather than simply play a little bit of a joke, the intention was to help the men stay aware of their environs at all times. It was a lifesaving habit, that. He wanted these boys--his boys--to stay alive and well, and it helped if they didn’t make a habit of snoozing anywhere but their hammocks.
Fish jolted wide awake, embarrassed that she had even fallen asleep in the first place. She had developed the strange ability to sleep everywhere, while simultaneously waking up at the slightest sound. A habit born out of survival, really. But Blanky’s bark was far from subtle, and she had been startled out of her slumber.
“Oh, erhm-... ’Am real sorry, Mr. Blanky. Don’t know what got into me.” But of course, she knew. She had been having many sleepless nights! No nightmares, but a dread that clung to her stomach. Brushing over her eyes with the back of her hand, she tried to regain some semblance of composure. “Won’t happen again.”