"What is this?" the captain growled, his stance wide and threatening on the rocking deck. Bilbo crowded as close as possible to Gandalf, his legs threatening to buckle and pitch him over the side. He already hated the two fleshy appendages - why, oh why, had he agreed to leave the water? He missed his tail.
"This, Captain Oakenshield," Gandalf replied, nudging Bilbo forward, "is your navigator."
"Ha! Navigator? He looks more like a merchant to me."
Inspired by (and text from) All Ahead, Full Sail by ShadowChanger aka durinsheir