The scene was startlingly reminiscent of that fateful day nearly a year ago now, when the same blue-eyed, tousle-haired young man wandered tentatively into their domain. The difference, of course, was that that young man was now his captain, and therefore deserved at least a modicum of respect.

Keenser scurried down the ladder he'd been perched atop to peer through the gloom for the source of the disturbance, and cocked his head measuringly.

"Up here." He said, indicating the ladder with a jerk of his head.
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