"Aye, aye, sir. "

He ran a hand over Marco's back and squeezed tight. He had no reason to go anywhere right now. Except home. Home. Back to the sea and the life he was meant to lead. He held Marco for a bit longer than tapped him.

"Now budge up, birdy," he said, holding out his arm so he could lift Marco up to his head." I want to scrub before I turn into a prune and then we can grab a beer or two."