It was a sunny day out at sea. The Misty Lady was a proud ship, glittering in the sunlight. Her captain was fairly young, though what he lacked in captaining experience he made up for by sheer stubbornness. When Captain Edward Teague was determined to get something done, nothing would stop him.

Which lead to one of the most embarrassing moments in Captain Edward Teague's life.

It was very common in these days for the man to bring his small family out to sea, despite the advice against it. He felt it was important for his son to experience the sea. To feel the roll of the waves beneath the ship and taste the sea breeze far from land. To know that there was more to sailing than just…sailing.

To Edward Teague, this was the most important lesson he could teach and it was very important to start early.

Of course, one could say that he should at least wait until his son could walk on his own before trying to teach him the ways of the seas. Many people did tell him that, but he was Captain Edward Teague. He didn't listen.

So, the young captain stood by the helm, close enough to nudge the great wheel and adjust course, shouting orders, while cradling his baby boy against his shoulder. Everything that day had been going smoothly. The first mate Danielle, who was also the captain's long time fiancée and mother of his child, had no problems that morning. They ate together, and she fed Jack while updating Edward on ship status.

It had been a very sunny day, with barely a cloud in the sky. There was enough wind to fill the sails. The Misty Lady was rocked by the waves a little more than usual, but it didn't bother any of the adults working or resting.

Unfortunately, baby Jack wasn't doing so well. With his tan skin and dark hair, he was hot. All around him, everything went up and down. The milk in his warm belly seemed to slush around like the rum in the flask his father kept under his smelly jacket.

Captain Edward Teague didn't notice what was about to happen and gave his son a little bounce. "Jackie, how are we-"

Then it happened.

Suddenly, there was a moist streak dripping down the back of his old black jacket. Without looking, he knew exactly what it was. Vomit. The wind blew and Edward felt the wetness in his hair, weighing his hair down and brushing against his ear. In that moment, he caught a good whiff of the curdling milk vomit that instantly saturated the air around them.

The young captain froze, having no idea how he should react. Edward Teague started feeling rather nauseous himself, both from the vomit running down what seemed to be a quarter of his body and the sheer embarrassment of it. Then he heard a soft retching, which could only mean one thing: there was more coming.

For the first time, as he was showered in an unimaginable amount of baby vomit under the suddenly blistering sun, Captain Edward Teague regretted bringing his son onboard.

After what seemed to be an unending fog of writer's block, I've somehow rediscovered that old spark. Perhaps seeing the new movie helped some? I'm not sure but I hope it lasts.