I am listening to a nonfiction writing course on Audible.com and one of the exercises is to write a short piece about mutineers.
The young man walked out on the sunny deck of the Providence. He felt his rate rise and hands twitch as he thought about his fellow conspirators in the cabins below. Looking up into the mist that surrounded the boat as it left the harbor at Marseilles, he rehearsed the secret handshake that would be the signal to take over the ship.
The captain at the wheel glanced at the idle young man outside on the deck before peering back at the fog without giving him another thought. Getting out of this harbor without running into another boat was going to take some luck, he thought.