“Am I really that skinny” asked Scott with a teasing laughter to his voice, “That even a pretty little thing like you, thinks she can toss me about?”<br/><br/>Chuckling softly, the former fisherman peeled off his shirt, humming softly. He didn’t normally sleep naked, having to be ready to roll out of his bunk and rush up on deck but this was a new job and besides, he wasn’t going to waste time, if Nerys decided to change her mind. That and he was all for giving her the chance to feel him up in her sleep, without any barriers in the form of clothing. Shorts, jockstrap and socks quickly followed, all being folded up and set on the edge of the bunk. The humming had stopped by the time his socks were rolled together and he was softly singing.<br/><br/><em>*I fished with my father, so long long ago<br/>We were proud of our trade, and in us it did show<br/>We held our heads high, there was lots of fish then<br/>That was the time, when we were proud men<br/><br/>We challenged great storms and sometimes we won<br/>Faced death and disaster, we rose with the sun<br/>We worked and we toiled, we strained our men brane<br/>We were a proud people, will we ere be again?<br/><br/>And I spent my whole life, out there on the sea<br/>Some government bastard now takes it from me<br/>It's not just the fish, they've taken my pride<br/>I feel so ashamed that I just want to hide<br/><br/>My father is gone now, and the fish are gone too.<br/>Abused and mis-managed, oh what can we do?<br/>I'm too old to change, but what of my sons,<br/>How will they know that we weren't the ones?</em><br/><br/>Tattoos and the different shades of his skin exposed, Scott slipped onto the mattress with Nerys. For a moment, he considered curling right up with her but decide it would be best to start out laying on his back. He had found something very attractive to sleep with and had no want to be thrown out of the bunk. While he was sure he could prevent her from ejecting him if he really wanted, he doubt the rest of his fellow recruits (or that eastern devil of a Sergeant Major) would take a shine to him manhandling her, on the first night (or ever).<br/><br/>“I hope you don’t mind” said the Newfoundlander, “A cuddle love, I don’t know if I’ll be able to help myself while I sleep.”<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><em>* A selection of <span class="bbc_u">Fisherman's Lament</span>, by Great Big Sea</em>