(Forgive me for how badly this is gonna suck)

Sammy couldn't help but smile as Griff started loading boxes. An enormous sense of pride started to swell in him as he looked at the ship. His very first. It may not have been the most glorious boat in the world, but in Sammy's eyes, she was beautiful. Shaking his head to snap out of it, he had to remember that they were on the run, and didn't have much time. "Alright, let's get these boxes loaded!" he said, grabbing a nearby barrel.

In no time at all, Sammy and Griff loaded what little they had onto the ship. They had just finished getting it ready to sail, when Sammy noticed a marine walking towards them. "Hey, Griff. Keep going with the preparations. I have a feeling we miiiight need to jet" he said, walking down the loading plank to the officer.

"Hello! Beautiful day for sailing, eh? How may I help you, Officer?"

(I know, it's short, sucky, shitty, and I don't think I portrayed Sammy's personality right. But I'll try and get better)