" What are you doing abovedecks, anyhow?”
“The cry went up for all hands.”
“You’re not a hand. You’re a passenger.”
“I may not be a hand, but I’ve got two perfectly good hands, and if I sit on them a second longer, I’ll go mad.”
Joss stared at Gray’s open collar, where his cravat should have been knotted. “She’s really getting to you, isn’t she?”
“You have no idea,” Gray muttered.
“Oh, I think I do.”
Gray ignored his brother’s smug tone. “Damn it, Joss, just put me to work. Send me up to furl a sail, put me down in the hold to pump the bilge…I don’t care, just give me something to do.”
Joss raised his eyebrows. “If you insist.” He lifted the spyglass to his eye and began scanning the horizon again. “Batten the hatches, then.”
Gray tossed a word of thanks over his shoulder as he descended to the quarterdeck and went to work, dragging the tarpaulins over the skylights and securing them with battens. As he labored, the ship’s motions grew more violent, hampering his efforts. He saved the vent above the ladies’ cabin for last, resisting the urge to peer down through the grate. Instead, he first secured one end, then blanketed the entire skylight with one strong snap on the canvas.
“Ahoy! Ahoy!” Wiggins leaned forward over the prow, hailing the approaching ship, its puffed scudding sails a stark contrast against the darkening sky.
Gray moved to cover the companion stairs, reaching inside the gaping black hole and groping for the handle to draw the hatch closed.
Something-or someone-groped him back. "

― Tessa Dare , Surrender of a Siren (The Wanton Dairymaid Trilogy, #2)