"Are you okay?" Owen Chase asks, coming up next to you as you sit on a barrel, looking solemnly out to sea.

     You slowly look at him and shake your head. "I'm scared." You admit.

     "Y/N-" He starts to say but you hold a hand up, silencing him.

     "Don't say it, Owen." You sigh. "You know I'm the only one who can fit into the whale's blowhole to get the whale oil. I'm the smallest. So don't you dare say that you wish someone else could take my place... it's pointless." You say, looking back out to the rolling waves.

     Owen puts a comforting hand on your shoulder and you bite your quivering lip to try and keep calm.
    
      "It's going to be okay, Y/N. I promise. You'll get the whale oil and you'll make it out okay." He says softly.

     "How can you be so sure?" You whisper, tears in your eyes, as you turn your head to look at him.

     "Because you're strong, Y/N. I know you can do this." He insists.

     You let out a soft laugh. "You really have a lot of faith in me, don't you?" You inquire.

     He smiles. "I do." He answers.

     You smile. "Thank you, Owen." You whisper.

     Suddenly Owen hugs you tightly. "Be careful." He says into your hair.

     You close your eyes and sigh, sinking into his arms. "I will." You reply.

     "Y/N!" George Pollard, the captain, barks at you.

     You jump out of Owen's arms. "Yes, sir?" You ask.

     "We're approaching the whale." He states.

     You sigh and nod. "Yes, sir." You say.

     "Get in position." He commands. You nod and start to walk off.

     "Y/N!" Owen calls. You look back at him. He smiles slightly and gives you an encouraging nod. "Good luck." He says.

     You smile. "Thanks." You say softly, before following the captain.
[THE END] I hope you liked it!