Or hammockside, rather. Soon after he had downed the willowbark, Wellard had drifted off to a fitful sleep, bits and pieces of dreams and images forming a confusing backdrop to his rest.

Usually he is a light sleeper- you learn to be, while on board ship. Concussion and painkillers aside, he is (thankfully) easy to wake with a touch to his arm and quiet mention of his name.

...This is Mary, however.