Levi-is-bae-to-me

You looked out from the deck, the fog, like a grey thick blanket covering the sea. Squinting at the ocean, you can hardly figure out the silhouettes of the other ships of the crew. You stretched out your hand towards the sea, your palm concealed by the haze, wrapping around your arm, making you felt slightly cold and chilly. You turned around and faced the almost empty deck, with handful of Marines strolling and marching around. Most of them have already gone off to take a rest, since the ships will not be sailing for a while, unless the fog finally decided to go and leaves the crew in peace. Looking at the fog isn't exactly a fun or interes