”Brassa styrbord! Hala hals och skot!”. The commands hails up on deck as I’m lying in my bed below, trying to get some rest before my last night watch. The hull cracks as the waves lifts the ship up and down and the sound of water just less than a meter from my head, accompanies the shouting above. And just like that, it all makes sense. I can suddenly understand exactly what they’re doing up there. They turning the sails. After almost a week at sea, after days of hard, confusing work, it has, just like that, fallen into place. I smile and lay my head on my pillow and let myself fall into sleep, rocked by the ship and the waves of the ocean.