Rochet Overdage

“I don’t care if it looks fine! It isn’t fine! I could sail a yacht through the gap behind the corner of this painting!” Overdage’s glasses slid down his nose and he pushed them back up with his forefinger. “Have either of you ever been out on a boat before?”

Chaudron snorted. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“I’ve never been out of the city.” Vaster wiped his sweaty brow again. “Definitely not out on the water.”

“Yes, well, when you’re out on a boat in the open ocean, there’s a chain of command that ensures the survival of everyone onboard. The captain is responsible for setting the course, keeping the coastline and lighthouses in sight, and making sure the ship doesn’t get lost and burn up under the sun or crash into ice out past the dark.”

Vaster smirked, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple to his cheek. “I’m guessing that’s you.”

Overdage nodded. “The first mate is responsible for relaying the captain’s orders to the crew and providing advice and support.” He adjusted his glasses and glared at Vaster. “That’s you.”

Vaster raised a shaky hand in salute. “Always happy to help.”

“And the crew is expected to carry out, without fail, the orders of those higher up on the chain of command.” Overdage glared at Chaudron. “So, get back up there and adjust the sails so that we don’t get blown off course!”