[Littleittyboy]

During the first week of their journey Jace had discovered a love for manual labour and often helped out on the ships deck during the day. He had spent much of the day helping weather the storm trying to outrun it. He entered the room drenched from head to toe. He ran a hand through his wet hair and went over to Steve kneeling next to him and taking his hand gently rubbing the back of his hand, his own hands rough from the new work. “How are you feeling?” He asked gently knowing he had felt unwell the last few days due to the rough weather and getting his sea legs.