Nathaniel clung to Garrison for dear life, his eyes closed and trembling as they slid back down to the deck. Once they were on firm ground, Nathaniel blushed, covering his face. "I'm... I'm... I'm sorry... I..." He cried, cuddling into Garrison's arms. It was so comfortable, curled up in the stronger man's arms. It made his fear wash away and soon he was trembling for another reason. He looked up at that kind face and imagined leaning up and...

He blushed when his lips met warm skin, his ears going back in shame. He slid from the arms and ran from the deck, down the stairs and hid himself in what seemed to be a cleaning cupboard. He covered his face, shaking. Why had he kissed Garrison? What would the captain think of him? He sobbed. Why did he sneak onboard the ship? He should have stayed home, where this lust was easier to control.