Behold my stuff(1)

"Look at our youngest captain in the family!" Hadrin, the eldest of the brothers, bellowed as he pulled Blake into a crushing embrace. Blake stiffly returned the hug, clearly unused to the display of affection. The swaying of the ship seemed powerless against Hadrin's great bulk, his sheer mass anchoring him firmly.

"You're a lucky bastard, you know that?" Koros said with a wide grin, leaning against the railing. "Father made me wait until I'd seen fifteen winters before I could even set foot on a deck. But look at you—thirteen winters, and already commanding men. Seems like Father finally picked a favorite."