#m; pendleton

Though he grumbled about the mess the slimy soaked line make of his clean uniform, Pendleton assisted until the entire thing was on deck. Afterward he returned to glowering and watching. "If you don't ask, then you'll be miserable. And be injured doing it all yourself." He shrugged, unsure what the boy could do for him but appreciative. "I request that you not put yourself in poor situations again, it does nothing for you in the future and I would know."

Pendleton listened with arms crossed and one foot standing on the tail end of the line to keep it from sliding back over the rail. When the boy was finished he nodded, "Should've volunteered another boy to help you." Yet he wasn't blind and saw the way the young lads treated each other, vying for the praise of the older officers. "There's ways to do that without killing yourself, or freezing unsuspecting marines." The wet line froze his hands but he grabbed and started hauling.

The marine, happily exempt from any seafaring chores, was rather amused by the small boy trying to do a job for a grown man. The line likely weighed more than he did. Mostly he was wondering how long these new boys would last on a working ship. Likely not at all unless someone assisted him, the heavy rope would probably drag him over. Pendleton finished his coffee though before making his way over, "Now why would anyone have a small thing like you hauling like by yourself?"

Pendleton huffed with minor annoyance. He had cold hands wrapped around his mug of rum-laced coffee and watched the younger boy who appeared to be struggling with some thing or other.