Tristan nodded and smiled sheepishly at the captain. "Gloves would be great," he said. The ropes were already starting to chafe his soft, untrained hands. Still, he was trying his best and remained very focused on his task... until Tobias started to shout and he looked up to see what was going on.

Dear God. There was the next act of a domestic drama he didn't care to watch.

But watch he did, embarrassed. He was the one who had invited Tobias onto the team.

"Pick your battles, Tobias! There's nothing you can do now, so focus!" he shouted, while his own focus had completely wandered from his task. It did so even more when someone on Mr. Meijer's boat - not Mr. Meijer himself which he regretted for only a second before remembering that he was a doctor - was knocked by a sail and beam and plunged into the water. He almost let go of his own rope. "Oh God! Someone help that man!" he shouted to no one in particular.