Lowe opened his eyes and felt the sunlight shining on his face. Is it morning already? Oh no! I had slept for four hours! Lightoller is going to kill me! Then he felt something soft under his back. When did I lie down? He sat up. I am not on the bridge anymore! He looked down and noticed his officer suit had changed into a pale yellow shirt with a deep red waistcoat and tight pants. He looked around. "WHERE THE HELL AM I?!"

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Holmes opened his eyes and yawned. He frowned. Something was wrong. He looked down and noticed that he was wearing a navy officer suit. And he was wearing an officer’s hat. He began to look around. He was standing on the bridge of a ship! Did I come here while I was asleep? But I am not a sleepwalker.... Holmes stood straight and began to think deeply.

"Mr. Lowe? Is that you?" A deep voice interrupted his thoughts.

"No...." Caught off-guard, Mr. Holmes stood still.

Before he could do anything, he was face to face with a stern-looking officer with blue eyes. "Wait a minute. You are not one of our officers, and I am almost certain that we don’t have any crewmen with blond hair here. Who are you, may I ask?" Before Holmes knew it, he was running away from the officer. "Stop!" The officer yelled and began to blow his whistle.